I am, an instinctive slave,
And a factual one
Not with Dave
But all alone
To oblige before them
In the progression of my time
My life is not an anthem
In count, not so lime
I merely supposed of the days
That could not lease me to live
When pitching so much delays
Which if it was in a pool, I would dive
The victim of countless perpetrators
Rather than ensnared by the wild predators
