(continuation...)
… an unsuspected slick move,
my right foot on a broken brick.
The insignificant bug squashed under
(oh, but wait, it can't be insignificant, it's part of the story),
and my first glance into that guessed atmosphere...
Ai! but I slip, not once, but six times
six layered bruises on my left knee.
Note to self,
it's never as easy as it looks,
neither harder, something else, it's unpredictable.
I storm the castle,
tight hand grips, and a swift push.
Helped by the momentum, I'm standing tall
on top of the wall
I feel so big,
strong as a loud firm voice
Ahhhhhh!
this is my conquest, this is my land!
