Another day met with adversity, shocked by only my surprise of it
The gate is undoubtedly strait, as Henley put it
Perhaps I’ll forge on, or forge my credentials, as to gain a proper standing
Perhaps some unfortunate bloke will pay me for this sheet of paper, and its inhabitants
Perhaps I will return to the island of indifference, where my social standing wades with the comings and goings of the tide
An unforeseen Greek tragedy will make me laugh,
And one day, the world will seek my epitaph
