I dance under your hand,
[I've been a puppet]
through the streets as I have no home.
[A pauper]
Once it was the sea, the wind,
[A pirate]
my mouth full of words
[A poet]
while the phrases dragged me around and made me fall
[A pawn]
so I had new coordinates.
[And a king]
They moved me towards the walkers
[I've been up]
and then they killed me.
[And down]
I've been loved, though
[And over]
so much that I became selfish.
[And out]
I can fix everything, can I?
[And I know one thing]
Those are just steps
[Each time I find myself]
which I fall onto.
[Flat on my face]
But now I'm as strong as a rock
[I pick myself up]
and I won't break anymore.
[And get back in the race.]
That's life- Frank Sinatra
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Alone, inspired, venting.
PoetryHey there! I have a cold, I'm bored. I thought I could spend my time writing something down; english helps me being less shy. Hope you'll like it.
