Rushing around like a blue arsed fly
I slammed into the finger of fate
And yes, it’s written that I am destined
To collide with many unwanted events
I am free to follow my own path
Barring black cats, I hope to make it through
As a shy child, I was slow to find my own style
With the help of the Gods of light
I will forge moments to remember
No more salt tears for me
From now on my eyes will stay dry
Nothing will make me cry again
After all, this life is mine
Only I can live it…
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