I walk with the confidence of kings

With the swagger of a solo artist

With the ease of an egret

And all the nuances in between

When you see me walk by

You can ask me

Or judge me

Or simply admire me

Why this walk has no need to hurry

Why my stride is set in sublime

My steadfast and sacrosanct swagger

And I will tell you.

You see the key to happiness

is to let yourself cry

Let yourself fracture just a little

when your world falls apart,

but to carry yourself as if you,

were the one who built it in the first place.