I''m just a man, a poet, and a tarot reader,


    I follow signals, and I''m educated,


    I''m thirty, my foundation has been built, capable of many things,


    But I''m still a single person, a container, limited,


    Stolen novel; please report.


    Specializations, ability points,


    Sometimes I''m not the right person for the job, the world is there, so big,


    Sometimes it gets in the way,


    I drink iced tea, I smell flowers, and I love faeries,


    Looking at it from here, it’s dark and shady, does he have fangs, oh dear me,


    In the sunlight he changes,


    But that stinky swamp,


    I can smell it from here,


    I live in a box, there’s a barrier,


    But all these people, I guess it’s real…