There was once a boy,
Who did all that brought him joy,
He had an array of talents,
And some flaws, also some dents

He gave his best, he pleased himself,
But he couldn't do the same to the world,
He thought he was a giant, but the truth was he was still an elf,
In this civilisation of non appreciation, it made his head swirl

He now had reached his saturation point,
He was done relying on alcohol for self satisfaction, self belief was the club to join
Now was the time to do or die,
To wear his personality strong, and not sit and cry,
The time to do his best, prove the world that he was destined to be appreciated,
Maybe this crude world has done the best and not the worst, an unstoppable being it has created.