2/18/02




I will walk upon the earth
Watching every step I take
As if it were made of glass
Expecting it to break

I will breath deeply
Keeping focus on things ahead
Smelling the clean air
As if soon I will be dead

I will wash my body
I icy streams
Thinking as if
That this is a only a dream

I will dance the fire
Even if my feet are red
I will keep dancing
Thinking it will be my last

I will live my life
To its fullest extent
Thinking that any second
It may end