World, Are You Listening?

When did my eyes start looking downward?
They use to look up, unaware of where I was going.
(Not caring either)
I'd blindly skip on the sidewalk,
or trudge through the mud.
I would always look upward though,
because I knew you were up, and you were looking down,
I was willing to face the ditches and holes that hid in the distance,
because I knew you were with me.
I loved that I was shielded.
You would lead the way and I would trust enough to know how to follow.

When did I start looking downward?
Tip toe, miserably mold myself to be air-thin,
and subconsciously blending in with the cement.
Somewhere along the line, the heart sunk down, down, downward.
The spirit had no option, but to set off and  fly.