I might gain blame on
humanity,
neither
foes nor loving friends can hurt me now.
A dreary life was lavished
on the shadow
but there is much more
room for growth.
Quite a bit of an amusing
rhythm,
I hardly ever had my eyes
misted over.
The spice of every good deal against all odds.
I can sniff the danger out
and keep my virtue,
though pilling in the agony.
I might be cracking jokes
when there is no laughter
in the crowd.
I don’t make dreams my
master,
I just bear to hear the
truth.
I apologize
if I have not lived up to the circumstances,
if I have not lived up to the circumstances,
but will stop harping out
about it.
I will not settle into a routine.