Living in the world of visual perception,
Despite of deprivation being happy
My eyes had danced rhyme of a tango
In line with the birds against the wind.
Deep, as if to the bottom of my feet
That kiss incandascent asphalt with each step,
Being only four feet they wouldn't believe me
That words can hurt, and maybe can kil.
Tiny and inoncent, a flesh of a human kind
Was born were others had died,
A gift from above had whispered to an ear:
"You have to find a pair of eyes, otherwise in no way to be alive".
A dance had continued,
Me, being the black of a swan
Wings had flahed in front of the wild
And ears had heard the noise of applause.
Today. It wasn't a day to refuse my mistakes
Or live my life from bucket of excuses
Today was revenge against the most powerful dreams,
Exception is made, and today for sure I wasn't sleeping.