I'm broken. I've chosen to work with it. Certain its hopeless. Its slow fizzing. Not sure when I might pop. But for sure something'll get me to blow my top. Head's hot. And they tell me I'm cold. This fever has me sweating. I call it addiction to accomplishment, challenge and work. Others label it being a narcissistic snark jerk. I'm just impatient with the lazy. Call me crazy.
Tempered. Boiling cold. I'm striding forward on this road and tearing down whatever forest stands in my way.
Struggle and success are how I play.