erekcjato controlled, . ? . lust for life and passion's fire burn down all on my highway hardly breathing, walking halfway paying debts of past desire . . days and works, a life of strain no boundaries are crossed by me just stumbling humbly, as you see like other good folks in pain . . homer, hesiod, in their days discovered man in such a view gave me nothing, that is true waiting for my pay Always . . ideal drowned in mud and shame ambition ate my conscience whole every day a brand new goal that someone will like my name . . ? . . ! . . ? . . slave
