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'.