Like a coin
tossed in the air,
chance will decide
whether I will land heads or tails
To have control is almost impossible,
when I think I’m at the top
someone incapable or jealous
comes from behind
and knocks me down to the ground
I get up smiling, starting again;
leaving nothing half done,
that’s how I face life;
even when insults rain down on me
I always go forward
with my goals and my dreams
I no longer turn the other cheek
as I was taught, I stopped being naive
and moderate; I learned that there are blows
that cut more than a blade
I seek no consolation,
I keep my feet firmly on the ground
and with my eyes wide open
I learned that tribute must be paid
knowing that I will receive nothing in exchange
Few I find sincere,
most seek compensation,
though sometimes my mind deceives me
I still have faith in people,
and in the end disillusionment leaves me
impoverished like a pauper
