What of those cowardly doldrums to which I relied,

Identity defining fulcrums I felt I must abide?

What of a person, compels them to oblige,

Refining fear and placing all their faith aside?

Must I be exemplary when they finally stem the tide?

Haunted by the memories of every faulty stride,

Knowing that I'll never be... perfection...
even if I tried,

As if the failure lessened me
with damage to my pride.

Despite this insanity I go forth unafraid,

Be gone needless vanity!
by which I am dismayed,

I've been granted amnesty
to the deception of your crusade

For there’s strength in my humanity
Stubbornly refusing to wither or to fade.