Bears are dying, making place
for animals of another race.
Best at adaptation, best to survive,
I have never felt so alive.

I showed my drawings to my
mother, she didn't care, but acted
like she did and I don't care either
cause my picture is awesome.
That is what truly counts after all.

Don't compare to others, compare
to former self.

Ask yourself, am I finally my best?
Am I failing the final test?

Right now I'm rocking it, buzzing
like a bee, high on his achievements, making honey.
I could be anything I want to be.
Except for the best. But I don't want that, just me.