I have always,
gone against the grain–
Defied traditions–
had only myself to blame.
For making things harder,
on me and myself,
it’s a curse some say
but I’m not one to barter.
‘Cause after all,
anything worth doing,
is worth doing right,
and I’m doing it–
all night;
before each day’s fight.
I walk without rhythm,
still attract the worm.
Shai Hulud devours me,
in shadow or form.
So my eternal question;
to be or not to be?
But I’ve never been much for Shakespeare,
so I just keep on for another year.
Or even just a minute, you see,
with all traditions defied,
while just trying to be me.
Wordsmith of Sol 