Reinsertion

I’m jumping over brakes and wheels,

In which Betrayal is a reminder,

To forget a Warning;

 

I’m dancing over yellow glasses,

In which a mistake has been replaced,

By such a Grace;

 

There isn’t any commitment able,

To run over empty dreams,

 

And no flower blossoms,

On a scattered ground;

 

I can only survive when,

I’m between the wind and the sun,

 

Whereas my senses are more aware of disguises,

And my inner voice assembles a new future,

 

So I’ll never be broken down,

By any worm-soul,

 

For Life isn’t a torture,

I conceive to live in;

 

It is a Fate that goes,

Beyond my own,

 

In which my body joins,

With the breeze of the All.