When I talk, it falls upon deaf ears and when I act, it falls upon blind eyes.  I'm so tired of this routine.  The general populace can fuck off.  I'm tired of them.  Not until last weekend did people know what kind of guy I am.  Now a few know and for the better.  Accusation after accusation...assumption after assumption.  No one gets it...Not true.  SOME get it NOW.  Few understand/understood.  But now, there are some that do.  I do only what I'm here to do.  Only what I choose to do.  I am guided by a force much stronger than "luck".  There will come a time when I'll be looked upon as a person.  Those who assumed they knew me before, know me better now...those who thought they knew me, now really do.  What makes a man?  How does one determine worth?  Who's to say?  Where is solace?  Happiness?  Contentment?  This constant testing...what is it all for?  Is it leading up to something?  No, it can't be.  I determine where it's going.  I finish it.  This is MY story!     

Nothing is set in stone and the sand will continue to flow, forever moving us towards the unknown.  I live through it and for it.  I embrace it with open arms.  We shall see.  We shall see.  "What exactly am I?"