The Ground Beneath My Feet

Sometimes,
Somehow it feels as if
The ground beneath my feet
Is constantly shifting,
I don’t know,
As if to dislodge me,
To challenge me,
To force me onward,
Haltingly,
In a suspect manner,
The gaze of others
Uncertain,
Inscrutable,
Unreliable,
Proximity that uncertain beast,
The game we are meant to play
Without rules
That some of us acquired anyway.

But what can I say?

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