Three, Three, Three

I take 3 steps. Then 3 steps more. My head is down because after years of sports I learned its easier to not know how much further you have to go sometimes. At least for me. Another 3 steps and all I can tell myself is that at some point, if I just take 3 more steps, I will be out of this town. Where will I be? I don’t know but that isn’t important. What is important is the next 3 steps. I am walking towards the sun. It is at a point in the sky where i am not sure whether it is rising or setting. The days, it doesnt really seem that the days know what they are anymore let alone me.
I take another 3 steps and make sure I do not step on a crack. Try to create a rhythm on the uneven slabs, but every other step is stuttered to fit. I hear a busy street somewhere in front of me but I still do not look up. I have lived in this town my whole life and if I look up I will know where I am. I will have to think about where I am going. What I am doing amd I simply do not want to. All I want is to take 3 more steps. To be lost. To be somewhere else. To not be here or anywhere else I can remember. Because nobody knows anything and I do not want to try to anymore.