It was futile- the one above said,
like a broken record, repeating the three words,
but I could not stop-
no- though my legs were too tired to stand upright,
no- though my hands were too weak, they swayed left-right,
It was a battle- a battle that was rooted
in the centuries old text,
and the tales grandma said.
With every beat of the red throbbing creature in me,
I ran and leapt, above fence and leaves,
......
It was futile- the one above said,
like a broken record, repeating the three words,
but I could not stop-
no- though my legs were too tired to stand upright,
no- though my hands were too weak, they swayed left-right,
It was a battle- a battle that was rooted
in the centuries old text,
and the tales grandma said.
With every beat of the red throbbing creature in me,
I ran and leapt, above fence and leaves,
......