I imagine a world better than what I find
I strive to make it better,
Assuredly, it’s how I feel, every second that I’m alive
I am no paragon of virtue: nor, saint, nor any of that jaz; but what makes you think I need be?
I regret any ill will, I bear you none
A little unrefined, uncouth & dishevelled, at times,
With a propensity to exaggerate, as you can read in these lines!
My efforts may not bear fruit in the end,
And, I may regret all that I’ve achieved (or not), in hindsight/retrospect,;
Regardless of all of this, I try.
Because, that is who I am