When you walk down the street, your brain is a tiny person that puts one foot in front of the other. It makes a small leap of faith at every crack in the sidewalk. It makes a giant leap when another person walks by.
There’s definitely something to this. I’ve read poems imagining Megaman running on top of the lines, in a level that scrolls down, and each new stanza is a new area, where sometimes you have to quick course-correct to avoid falling on instant death spikes.
That doesn’t sound as good as the above, but it is literally true.