The thousandth step taken for the first time.
How could it be, how could it feel so new.

The road taken so many times
with feelings never the same.

It’s the same path.
It’s the same step.
Touching me in so many different ways.

I thought I knew every stone, every crack.
But every time it’s not the same.

How could it be.
Why don’t I see the familiar road the same way?

It’s the same house.
It’s the same garden.
Yet each step leads somewhere else.

The thousandth step taken for the first time,
hoping it’s going to be the first one.