Seems anywhere I go
I'll find a land mine
and blunder my way onto it.
Doesn't seem to take too long either you know?

You'd think I'd know better
after all this time
and stay out of certain fields.

Perhaps I should be grateful for this dumb-stubborn heart.
It tends to take a bit of damage
but still has me marching on.

Becoming more difficult though
to remember that swift confident step
back when I was worry free, unwitting
and whole.