I suppose I should have written something today with a “devilish twist,” considering that this is Post #666. As I was running this morning, I once again was focused on each step along my route. As my mind gets bored, I tend to count steps – forwards and backwards – knowing that each of my steps is about a yard long anymore, so a mile is about 1760 steps. I went over all this math in Post #594, as I tried to poetically capture the art of distraction from a difficult run.  As a result, I wrote “If Somehow I Could,”and followed-up in Post #590 that also included a poem cleverly titled “Steps.” Here is “Step Two:” 

Step Two 

From that first step,
We’re on our own.
These steps get bigger,
As we’ve grown.

Each step forward,
Is one step less.
How many more?
One can only guess?

The number of steps,
Determine how far.
The longer the step,
The less steps there are.

Keep on steppin,’
To the finish line.
Step this way,
But don’t step on mine.

Watch your Step,
Cherish each day.
Your last step,
Is but a step away.

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