I saw a boundry
But I made it past
I lived my life
Everyday a blast

I saw white lines
And lakeslike glass
Landslides harrased me
But I outlasted all

Never did I stumble
Stumble down and fall
I’ve stood out in the open
Not hidden behind walls

Never did I crumble
Rundown like waterfalls
If I made a blunder
I took time to fix it all

So I lived a biased life
Based on perky perfection
I’ve never heard an insult
Never seen an objection

Until one fine day
I was struck by mild infection
And died threehundred years ago
To await further ressurection.

Please, revive me.

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