You will never touch this ground. Never. You have been taught to walk and to find it strange to bring your body close to the outside tiles. And because you have been taught to do so, all else is strange and all else is to be looked down upon. You say I am mad and you walk past me with your snout held high. And so you will never touch this ground. Never. But you do not even realize that you are stuck in your stuck up ways. That is the saddest part; your unawareness.
