I guess at my best I'm just gluttony and greed,
The rest is a mess, come and punish me and see,
I'm worse than the dirt in the gutter in the streets,
It hurts but my worth is a puddle to the sea,
I'm stuffed in a husk, and I'm struggling to breathe,
But enough is enough, I'm encouraging defeat,
I'll rise to the skies like the nourishment of seeds,
And abide all the cries, I am lucky just to be.