Robot attack my kneepit
Sometimes I dream I have my leg again.
I dance my magic dance through the jungle to try stop the big robot machine that would come take away life from my kneepit.
I dance so hard, in the morning I wake so tired.
I look out and count the tears that fell from the sky in the night.
Sometimes I give my tears to the ground - so one day some new life can grow.
Maybe one day my leg grow back too.
Until then I can dance and fight in my dream.
Hello friends. My name is Pablo and I live in a small kneepit deep in the jungles of Chiapas. Here you I make the stories happy and sad and some other places inbetween. I hope you like! Welcome here in my kneepit!
- ▼ April (4)