04/02/20 MA
Who tries to hear the waves,
a battered sea,
the creaking of a talentless brass band
embracing music –
when there is work to do,
people to see;
however many of you doubt,
I have no plan of losing.
Who waists another morning in disguise,
lazily dreaming –
I forge ahead
and forgive your careless lies,
eyes only barely seeing;
there is a plan
I know,
which I had long ago
accepted choosing,
and you
my friends
one day will understand
that I was a fighter
when you
had only thought
life was amusing