I Must Be Getting Ill Again…
I stumble around and fall against walls
I’m getting weak again
My knees give out, I get all shaky
And my heart rate makes my head spin
I turn around and take a step
And hope like hell I won’t fall
I miss my mark, my body crashes
And I feel myself start to crawl
But I feel no pain and when I do its great
What kind of sick mind am I cursed with?
I get to a corner and curl into a ball
This feeling should be one of myths
I rock back and forth hoping for the end
A surge of energy and something I can’t quite place
I push myself up and lean for support
I’m going to make sure this life isn’t a waste
My strength comes back as strong as before
And I take my first steps on the road filled with light
I’ll trip and fall and lose my grip
But I’ll stand right back up and fight…
