Crazy Bud Look at you! Wow! Is that you? Really you? Well well well you really made it didn't you? You did the impossible - but you're crazy after all. An embryo too tightly wound to show the beauty you carried axil fragile likely to break but you held on stubbornly. You had no power to conquer the mind but you wait to conquer the heart. Though you came in slow your growth was sure and so we waited and look! Here you are. No resting bud are you to be deceived by the coming cold you fought through storm and sleet to whorl most boldly. You did your best passed all your tests and trials to bloom and strike and die to make way for another, someday.
Being Me I tried to crawl - out of me but it would not let me be and hacked at loose ends waiting to be completed. All my insides spilled out Plop! Blood everywhere. I tried to melt me to shape me but I dried too quickly like that hunchback I am now deformed. Then... then I took out my brains set it aside, neatly to make space for everyone but me. But somehow my wires crossed short circuit explosion was imminent. Wires got misplaced forgotten lost. For all I troubles they put me away in a cold cold room no windows. Left to my own devices. Left with nothing else: "well may I could perhaps be me?" Though shaped by this Frankenstein world I am not a monster. ill-shaped, wires crossed I must find a way to be me.