I don’t walk much, no matter how much I dream I could

Whether it be at night or when awake, I dream I could walk and I can but I won’t

I only notice how little steps I make when I see the world has moved, the trees are dead and the grass is cold but I haven’t moved an inch

But everyone else can make leaps.

I never will, what do they do I dont?

Why do I have to be the one who knows he can move but never can?

I know why they leap and I don’t but I still don’t know how to leap.

I can imagine the leap I can dream of the leap but make the leap? Fantasy. 

Is it fear?

Yes, but fear does overcome my need to leap so what else?
Not knowing how?

It’s true I don’t know how, never did know how but I could leap so it can’t be that

Is it the world? Is the world weighing me down meaning the leaps don’t leap?

Yes or maybe no. Maybe it’s me.

I make some small steps, small yes but still forward but the step isn’t a leap and the steps are so far apart sometimes I forget I even stepped

I still move in the steps and the world still changes and the other people still leap

Maybe in a decade I will have stepped enough to leap but I will still be stepping whilst they will be leaping