All the same

i stand here today
exactly where i stood a while back
i step forth
face down
looking at the ground
it seems to change beneath my feet
different contours
rising...falling
smooth rough
and when i gather enough courage to look up
i find myself exactly where i was
i fathom my treading is but an illusion
either that or the world around me is the same
every picture, every sunset, every winter, every summer
all the same
well someone said the worlds round
so what goes around come around
well, i have to say
i dont know about that,
all i know is that i stand here today
treading forward
but im not moving, im stagnant
a ever will be