All or Nothing

Ah… beautiful morning wind,

the freezing sun hits my cheeks.

“Wake up, it’s time” – it whispers forcefully.

“All those feelings of old must fade

before they fester on your lap”.


If I was left with nothing

I’d still give it my all.

Rather dying young, change my skin

than apologetically growing old.

Having spine or being weak,

it hurts both ways, so choose what clicks.

I am all or nothing,

nothing at all.

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