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.