I am but a poet
and words are all I have
I crave for the moments
of money in rich time
and of hardship and misery
when I up for a dime
of beauty and love
and glorious sunshine
of obscurity and heartbreak
and dark ugly night
of friendship and mellowness
in the people's eyes
of jealous and hatred
towards me all the time
of victory and gain
when my ambitions are mountain high
of pain and loss
and my ego in marine.
I am what I am
for the life wanted me to be.
I don't want a Good life
for Good is not so good for me.
I crave for all the flavors
that life has in store for me.
I am but a poet
and words are all I have.
