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I thought it was a big step
but my step could be someone’s half step
despite being anyone else’s double step
Step by step
Again and again
With no possible measurement
on a personal rhythm that only the earth could choreograph
Step by step
Again and again
Never in front or behind anyone
On my intimate own balance
although not knowing it; Sometimes comparing it, by disconnection
I thought it was about how many steps or how far to go
I thought I could think my steps
while carried away unnoticed Distracted by the steps of others
Again and again
The others
Never in front or behind anymore forever by my side
