It isn’t fair you know,
How some people just get life.
They seem to tip toe on the earth,
Barely causing a ripple.
Any commotion they cause in the delicate balance is quickly restored.
They get it.
The world gets them.

Why is it that I cannot tip toe?
I run, I stampede, I break.
I am destruction.
The world shatters around me like a glass that slipped through fingers.
Why does life not get me?