Through The Cracks

When did these cracks in my sidewalk begin? 

I do not know, but surely I should 

Never across these lines have I walked 

Never once have I noticed these marks

They must be new

I hate them already

Crooked cracks, why are you here? Why now? 

My path was smooth before you came along 

You have no business cutting through my trail 

And now what? What's this!?

Are you laughing at me? 

Or just yawning? 

Concrete mouths gaping wide in my sidewalk 

Are you threatening to swallow me whole?

Well, I decline the request

I refuse to fall through your lips 

You can't have me 

No, not yet 

So if you don't mind, I'll be going now

I have things to do so get out of my way 

Shut your mouth, your attempts are futile

I have to keep walking down this road  

And don't even think about nipping at my heels 

I won't fall through the cracks.