So many strings pulling so many ways,
Being myself is a combination of days.
Its just cause I love life and want to do it all.
I have too many hobbies. I'm not making the call.

And that would be why I have and absence from here.
Just thought I'd say that so I'm in the clear.
You don't know what they do to poets like me,
When we don't write our poems and lay in the sea.

They see that you're lazy and then plot to kill.
They buy lots of weapons and mail you the bill.
Then your door busts in and your pinned to the ground.
"I thought Mr. Quigley wanted to be found?"