I've seen them try to steal my faith, But my words are far too strong, Defending attacks; left right and centre, With my revolution song. My new shoes shine polished chrome, But still lie on my table, Waiting for me to tread tight tracks, But I don't think that I'm able. Meanings spiral loose from my mind, Confusion takes its place, Disorientation swamps my head, And wipes that look right off my face. But I don't care, helps on its way, To save me from the long weekdays, My can is opened, and out I'll jump, But I'm not stuck in my ways. My magic X finds it's new dance, And runs rings around my eyes, So generous to feed my faith, After all my failing tries. I wonder if our paths may meet, Twisting interests try my luck, But I keep the road battling right, And my confidence is never shook.Birth sign: Aquarius
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