I
  
  I walk down the street.  
         There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
         I fall in.  
         I am lost . . . . I am helpless. 
                  It isn't my fault. 
  It takes forever to find a way out. 
  
  
                        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. 
  
  
                        III
  
  I walk down the same street. 
         There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
         I see it is there. 
         I still fall in . . . it's a habit . . . but, 
                    my eyes are open. 
                    I know where I am. 
  It is my fault. 
  I get out immediately. 
  
  
                        IV
  
  I walk down the same street. 
         There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
  I walk around it. 
  
  
                        V
  
  I walk down another street.