I comprehend

I understand

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