Not knowing who he was was dangerous
because it left the door open for others to define him.
His vigorous persistence was often misunderstood.
The autonomous challenge of surviving was his imminent likelihood.
Yet, he was prevailing as well as he could.
His indifference fell from him like a leaf
from a Golden Weeping Willow Tree.
His whole soul wavered in the summer breeze
and shook him off his feet,
to his knees.
He was no more than a straw in the torrent of his feat.
This youngster who was programmed to continue fucking up the streets
woke up one night and realized,
to his amazement,
The untold folk tale of international scandals.
Estranging himself from everything
except...