Feeling gusts

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,

but will stop harping out about it.

I will not settle into a routine.