Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

I don't usually post poetry, but this particular piece by Portia Nelson moved me, so I'm posting it here.

Chapter I

      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. 
 

Chapter II

      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 am in this same place.
      But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

  

Chapter III

      I walk down the same street.
      There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I see it 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.

  

Chapter IV

      I walk down the same street.
      There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I walk around it. 
 

Chapter V

      I walk down another street.