Enough is enough
I no longer want to dance
Bruises are all over my body
My frail shoulders strand my head
packed with your brilliant ideas
This isn’t my stage
You see my passionless face, don’t you?
I don’t deserve applause
My wish, my only wish
Will you buy me robust shoes, please?
Like a puppet on a string… no rest for the wicked. 🙂
I hope you will get some good rest 🙂
loved the last line!
Thank you! Glad to have you here again 🙂