Stagnation

The depression across the concrete path to my apartment is a worry,
when it rains.
I look at the stagnant water and sometimes take minutes to figure out my final move.
Should I walk through the puddle and let my slippers and feet get wet, or
should I jump over it?
Jumping over the stagnant water has been the most popular choice.
Much like bypassing a silly thought or a not so silly desire,
which seemed hard to be fulfilled.

no pain no gain

Pain cannot be endured any more
But, there seems to be no cure
The thought that it will transform
Into something more pleasant form
Now seems a distant possibility
No pain no gain is nothing but
A mere lack of plausibility