Marilyn Monroe. (№ 348469)

Life, you push me in different directions.
I'm alive from the cold strong, like a spiderweb in the wind.
Reach down, but still holding on,
These beads of light - their light I saw in the paintings.
About life, they deceive you,
Thinner webs, stretching down
She's holding on, not giving in to the wind and tongues of fire.
Life, you're always pushing me in different directions,
But I still can resist.
Until...
While you push me.