It’s when I plant my feet 
that the street beneath me
starts to shift.
It’s when I laugh out loud
that the cloud I’ve been under
starts to lift.

It’s when I’m feeling old
that I’m told I’m returning
to my youth.
It’s when I start to cry
that the lie I’ve been telling
is the truth.

It’s when I start dying
that I’m trying to tell you 
that I’m done.
It’s when I start living
that I’m giving you a sign
that I’ve won.