It is a realm of disbelief,
though I disregard the thought,
Self made, self taught, self brought,
A selfless creed but who would believe,
The man that stands on broken dreams,
Not a quitter but strives for more,
A broken back but not spirit,
Indulged on other forgiveness,
For the lies he once told so he could extort,
The happiness that he never got,
His candle burned at both ends,
But he no longer pretends,
He is no more then the memories he lost.