Too many expectations, just one life

Sometimes I sit; sometimes I am on stand by

I have lived my life rich and alone

Dancing and swirling and curling

Half full half empty in the cone

My hands are on white

Too pure and sometimes too light

I have the magic to be certain

To be the best and to be the name

I have seen the sky, the life and the swan

Sometimes she flies and cries

Sometimes she hit the ground

This time on time and place

Too correct to be a faithful dare

But the assurance is there,

Expectations are here here here




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