Why is walking this way so taxing to you

What privilege to graciously receive

Baptism of gentle shifting sand

And worldly traveled waters

Still you won’t join happy me

I will skip like a fearless child

Up and down the rolling pasturing hills

Should I fall down to stain my clothes

I will laugh at my cow pie absurdity

Then give thanks to my kind comedic deity

Yet you refuse to partake in footed folly

I think I understand you now

You only tread on the basis of insecurities