Taking my path even if yours becomes that path.
No remorse, my heart is not torn and nor is it warm.
Denial of defeat.
Do you smell the essence of success on me as I pass by the rest?
Supplied many people with my effort or in other words my limited time.
Rarely was it appreciated, I've been left bloody fallen over I became filthy oh so muddy.
Prowling in poverty I sought to be adept in my mind.
Savage inside, I gaze at the dazzling light to the outer limits I am attentive.
No attention to those doubting.
They are...