Yesterday, early in the morning
As I was doing my running routine
I felt this kind of ferocity
That brings the sparkly desire
to embrace my strong parts
rather than my weaknesses.
To feed my broken strengths
And turn it into a fire.
“Changing my life is the tool”
“Changing the world is the goal”
Bloodcurdling emotions were leaving my body as I was sweating,
turning my fears into fuel for my soul.
“Today, I am the youngest I can be
Today is the first day of the rest of my life”.
I tightened my hands
I felt a delightful grasp.
“I am the one”
“I am the cool”
Everyone that doesn’t get me
He is the awkward fool”
“I am the coach and I am the team
I am committed to my relentless dream”
Full of energy and filled
I stepped on my doorway.
Dozens of leaves had died on my yard
reminding me of my past failures.
“You are the coach and you are the team”
This thought was whispered like a spell by the plausible wind
I stepped in the house,
Looked down between my muddy shoes.
There it was…a white envelope.
I bent down, feeling proud of my posture
“I am athletic now”, I thought to myself.
Stood up again, wrecked and adrift
“Electricity bill 398 $ + 68,86 $ council tax”.
The capitalism reality.
My dream enemy
will eat my mind like the rotten leaves on my doorway.
Will I survive or will I perish?
The option depends
on which Disney hero I perish.