I am spinning down the stream
caught in rapids, in a tourbillon,
hanging on until the storm is spent,
it always ends
The tourbillon is wild
I’m a gypsy child
who likes to play with fire
the pain is quite worthwhile
as long as I retain my pride and
nobody finds out how fast
and deep I sank, as long as
I rise up again
I don’t mind being dunked
it is the price one pays for
living dangerously, life was
not meant to be too easy
It is for adrenaline and
challenge that we have
been born - existing
in this world of
Strange events…
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