I am not quite there yet, someday I may be
A shining example, of what the world expects of me
Once in I while I am angry, sometimes detached
Often a little out of sync, but I feel there is a catch
Every time I try to change, to what you want me to be
The rules you play by seem to change, so for now I will remain me
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 