Is all I do all for me?

Or there's another little voice in my head,

I'm at the place I shouldn't,

Of weary bones and life,

I'm not ordinary,

Barely normal for me,

I stand here as I live,

Working my way up this life,

Everything comes to a stop at once,

In all the planning and working,

In all my ways and ideas,

I hope to stay humble,

Even when I think I'm done,

I still come back here.

I write daily to fulfil an urge,

Expose these thoughts,