Bounce
Let’s face it:
Being born hits you
Completely unprepared
Like learning a new language.
You are unperfect,
Clumsy and unapt,
But you try to cope,
If copable you are,
And peak at
Thirthysomething,
Fit to fit,
Before,
Before you know it,
You slope,
Speed
Spindizzy
To where?
Towards the
Ultimate question
Mark:
What if death
Is just the same
In esrever?