An interesting poem

1. I walk down the street.
   
   There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
   
   I fall in.
   
   I am lost...I am hopeless.
   
   It isn't my fault.
   
   It takes forever to find a way out.
   
   
   
2. I walk down the same street.
   
   There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
   
   I pretend I don't see it.
   
   I fall in again.
   
   I can't believe I'm in the same place.
   
   But it isn't my fault.
   
   It still takes time to get out.
   
   
   
3. I walk down the same street.
   
   There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
   
   I see it is there.
   
   I still fall in...It's a habit
   
   My eyes are open
   
   I know where I am
   
   It is my fault.
   
   I get out immediately.
   
   
   
4. I walk down the same street.
   
   There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
   
   I walk around it.
   
   
   
5. I walk down another street.