And here I am on this path of inflexibility,
Stuck between the futility and the hostility.
Looks like I'm again the inplausibility,
Bordering impossibility and abnormality.

Torn down labeled down as the born again,
But I'm still me under your skin the original sin.
Breaking down through this thick and thin,
With another quick grin I know I'll never win.

So up and gone with your holier than thou,
Am I still now held down to the binding vow?
I'll make it through here and now somehow,
Against all odds, and yet I can still take a bow.

All the while living in this worthwhile exile,
Still cutting blood to go that last extra mile.
So you go ahead and bow down be servile,
Atleast I am I know I still can crack a smile.

Outgo and see around what I did years ago,
Whether I am friend or foe you'll never know,
Unless you step back and realize the afterglow.
I am what you see caught in the ebb and flow.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 353 AF.