..you can't touch me.
don't worry about me, i'll be fine. always am, always will be. been through a dozen forest fires worst than the largest burn you've ever felt, been strolling through a hurricane worse than any whirlwind your mind can imagine. and me? barely touched...not a scratch. been playing this game too long to trip now, been walking this road too long to let any of it even dream of approaching. it's a neat trick, if you can do it. go ahead, do your worst, and i'll still be walking down that little path of mine. you can't touch me.
victim? hell no. martyr? don't make me laugh. you've seen a million like me come and go. but not one quite me.
and when that last tree falls, and the final wind blows, and you breathe your last, hold your last hand, whisper your last secret, i'll still be walking.
tired? maybe one day.
i am folded,
and unfolded and unfolding
...i am fine.