No I ain’t always a tortured poet

with unfinished business, anxious sweat

burning down all regrets

as I casually stare into joyous sunsets.

No I ain’t always a tortured poet

who blossoms with nihilism

listening to these soulless tracks

still, hope lays on my already heavy back.

No I ain’t always a tortured poet

who dares to speak of love

as something beastly, an impediment

It is more than just romantic torments.

No I ain’t always a tortured poet

i don’t fret, i just rest

blind optimism for the weary

for happiness is within my destiny.