Literature
Weaving the strings
Tingle in my tips and toes
Nobody knows but me
Step forward, float backwards
One, two, step! No time left
Descisions to make
Chances to take
Now I am cutting the strings
Falling, rising,
feeling
my pulse that is synchron
to the tingle in my tips and toes
Nobody knows, would you?
Cause I have cut the strings
Hiding
from you
Running from you
towards you
Breathing
as if there would be no tomorrow
Just to know that I am still alive
Now I am pulling the strings
Tingle in my tips and toes
Nobody knows but me
and you
Heartbeats, Secrets
Fears and Uncertainties
Mistakes to make
Rules to break
And the strings newly woven
Guiding a way tro