posted on Sep, 17 2016 @ 08:42 AM
What is the flavour of the month?
Am I so simple after all?
Your hand appreciated,
If we are to dance in this ball.
'Surely you must be superior'
I used to think.
Gutless, blind and scared,
That brought me to the brink.
Then of the infinite smile
I had a glimpse, a peek.
There was something else out there,
And I realised I could speak.
Now the steps must be slow,
And mistakes I will repeat,
Every fall and every ascent
Are just part of the beat.