My back was always as straight as a needle.
And I was just as pointy.
Line of sight was always parallel to the ground.
I never looked down for anything, always forward.
My positive light infected everything I touched; a disease of the best kind.
Oh, and when I walked - no - I drifted
Like on clouds, from place to place
With an air of confidence all around me.
I was graceful,
I was determined,
I was inspired,
I was...
Not always like this.
Not always like this.