Even if you say that situation is not dire
Then why put myself in such a mire
Isn’t it wrong to go beyond one's sire
Are far away, yet close all the same
If I don't see them, then with me lies the blame
For I should have answered whence they came
Maybe I am not the one to inspire
If you look deep enough maybe you'll find a liar
Who cannot even face the heat of fire
You do not know me yet act like a sow
Let me make unto you a solemn vow
Walk in the fire and you'll see me then and now
Because I have chosen to walk the path of fire
In those moments when my needs are dire
I still choose to fight fire with fire
Mock them, call them rigid and brittle
Even in defeat they allow not their souls to whittle
This is the creed of men of battle
Because I have chosen to walk the path of fire
I am targeting to reach the Minnow level on Steemit, before the month of September ends. That means having one million vests. I crossed the half a million mark a few days ago and I have a good feeling that I'll be reaching my targets on time.
Today I moved out of my hostel to my friend’s house. He rented out his spare bedroom to me at a generous discount. The shifting took me some time and was more than a little tiring, since I did it after midnight. Even as I was moving my crap from one place to another I was worried that I was going to miss out on a day on Steemit, which I obviously did.
I posted this poem a few months ago but I thought it was especially relevant to my condition today as well. So.........