My path was made,
When I began,
To picture myself.
As only a man

Twas life in me,
It fled long ago,
And followed its own,
For highs and lows,

It killed and pleased,
Itself in me,
And midst all the pain,
It smiled with glee,

I've tried to stop,
The pain intense,
For all that I've earned,
It never relents.