It isn't funny how I think I know what's what.
The irony is, I'm sculpted to survive as either a saint or a ****.
It isn't funny how I think I know who's who.
The irony is, I'm the GOAT among sheep and this life is Zeus's zoo.
It isn't funny how I think I know where's where or why's what the way it is when it is what it is.
The irony is, I'm making my story not 'His'.