An honest expression

I am not the most imperfect being

Ever to walk this hallowed earth

No, I am just one of many pickled grapes

on the same old vine

Living this life to the best of my ability

Failing infinitely and all the time

Obsessed with songs and words from the other

Which seemingly represent me

At least here, at this present time

But hear my words in place of such songs

For this honest omission was in mind

Long before it ever existed here

Between these pages

Forever in this book of mine