Confidence of tears and joy:
eaten alive.
No one wants to do your work for you.
What the old man failed
to figure out,
but failed to accomplish.
My accountability is common sense.
Happy, staying alive.
Content in my volume.
My cause, I play no pretend
course of attitude in trust.
I can feel a calm surrender in my authority
of the truth.
The logic of all my dreams in my secret forest;
an intoxicating blend as time runs through my veins.
I ellicit this as a crazy response!
Without my self-defeat?
It is I in my future.
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