To Walk or Not to Walk

To walk or not to walk: that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler on the feet to wander
A desert of hardwood floors and Persian rugs,
Or, more humbly, to traverse them on all fours
And risk the sad landings of gravity’s reign, less.
Mommy and daddy walk, do they not? And also
Stay as true as a cathedral spire – indeed, two.
What wretched God hath made them great, and me, wee?
What justice gave them governance of home, lands, and me?
If time did stop, and leave me as I sought new heights,
T’would cursed be and force my soul toward flight.