“It’s in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped”

The big jawed man will say

As if I haven’t, from the bottom of my soul, scraped

Every last ounce of give-a-fuck, just to be okay

These days zip by, as I ingest more junk

Growing, pound by pound

Downing more beer, getting more drunk

Waiting for my inspiration to be found

But it isn’t there, not in those books at least

Just like Ralph Waldo Emerson said

In order to feed your do-it beast

You must look within your head