I am an editor, a poet, a writer, a saint…
A killer and a traveler, a jack of all trades.
Through fire and wood, I make it all alone.
Never complaining, never bitching, never moan.
How can I succeed in life? By never giving in.
Screw this traffic jam. I take the long road.
If this is real than I best not float.
But floating we all must, so bring it on tonight.
How can we survive if we do not fight?
I’m almost there, so don’t despair.
Try to make it elsewhere and see if I care.
Don’t let go what you cannot see.
Those things you’re saying, they’re really not me.

See also: A sorry excuse