Who am I?
A soldier of fortune
Armed with luck and hope
I shoot for the stars
Only to fall, gravity dammit

Who am I?
A slave of desire
Excitement unabound, the world spins
When it stops, the dissapointment hits
I lick my wounds, only to rebound

Who am I?
A monument of langour
I stand stoic, ever watching
The eddies of time swirl ever so slowly
Boredom, you cruel prankster

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 890 AF.