I’m the kind of guy who tries to fly on broken wings.

I’m that sort of guy who is so stubborn,

           that I’ll keep trying to breathe,

       even when the oxygen is gone.

It’s not about comfort,

         and it is definitely not about luxury.

It’s about trying your hardest,

                 and persevering through the pain,

                             even when the pain seems overwhelming.

I was once impressionable,

     but now I’m just a skeptic,

            who’s out to fight the critics

            and prove that I’m not dead yet.

Yet, maybe I’m just an idealist;

                   a naive warrior

          for causes I never really understood.

But that won’t stop me—

       I’ll strive for victory,

      though I know victory is uncertain.

I’ll fight for sanity,

      since it seems sanity is uncertain as well.

I’m not a tamed beast to be trapped inside a cage,

Nor am I a hopeless soul

         treading water to stay afloat.

I am strong.

     I am steady.

And occasionally,

           I am lovely.

I solidify all that is true.

I Am Prestige: The Warrior Deep Within You.