Not too long ago
But still few decades or so
I was a young man with lofty dreams
Or in the retrospect so it seems
I could look at everything straight
Not to mention so was my gait
A complex world I could simply see
Nothing was impossible when it came to me
But the fate struck me with its wand
Left me crippled not just physically but beyond
Took a while for me to stand on my own
The world grew more complex but the simplicity was gone
I could no longer look at things straight
The hurt was hard and changed my gait
Bent my thinking to see everything with a pinch of salt
The steps to impossibility faltered a bit
A lot of dreams I had to halt
Believe you me for none of my fault
I went within and gathered what was left
None of it was simple or plain as a shaft
In times of trouble your soul is your raft
I pulled and plugged and staggered to be
Something others didn't see in me that I could see
You can call it the fortune of the brave
I chose to turn to life than to grave
In my solitude when I go back to those times
It just brings a tear or two...oh weak of heart you swine
