I often find myself tripping when trying to dodge the spikes of an "Is she your girlfriend?"
And so, on eggshells I waltz
Making sure each step reaches the ground
And nothing more
In the field of charged mines eager to express themselves.
Because like Rudy, I am not afraid
Of heights nor falling
But what will happen once my body kisses the earth.
Not because I've had the privilege of mingling
With that episode
But I have been in the jungle long enough
To have felt the tremors
Of all those around me.