I wish that I worked properly with knees that didn't break.
I know I had a hand in that, though not exactly did I make
A choice to change my life, for better or for worse
Trapped by my mind or body, as both can be a curse
Not a constant torture, but every now and then
I remember things were easier, when my body worked again
we take things so for granted, so never truly understand
Every time you get back up, please be grateful for the stand.
