Of all the things I dared and tried,
my downfall was a shoe untied,
I scaled the cliffs of doubt and fear,
whispered truths no one would hear.
I danced on roofs, I raced the rain,
outran heartache, dodged the pain,
but pride, it seems, can trip you flat—
a careless loop, imagine that.
No villain's plot, no fateful tide,
just pavement, haste, and hope denied.
So if you seek what brought me low,
check the laces—then you’ll know.
1 comment:
Never again will you be low - I have one word for you, VELCRO!
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