Like a coin

tossed in the air,

chance will decide

whether I will land heads or tails

 

To have control is almost impossible,

when I think I'm at the top

someone incapable or enviously sick

comes from behind

and knocks me down to the ground

 

I get up smiling,

starting again;

leaving nothing half done,

that's how I face life;

even when insults rain down on me

I always go forward

with my goals and my dreams

 

I no longer turn the other cheek as I was taught,

I stopped being naive and moderate;

I learned that there are blows

that lacerate more than a blade

 

I seek no consolation,

I keep my feet firmly on the ground

and with my eyes wide open

I learned that tribute must be paid

knowing that I will receive nothing in exchange

 

Few I find sincere,

most seek compensation,

although sometimes my mind deceives me

I still have faith in people

and in the end disillusionment leaves me

impoverished like a pauper