Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?

I was horny, but I was innocent 'cause I was a real-late bloomer and not particularly attractive. In fact, homely.

I knew if I lived long enough I would be poet laureate of something.

I wanted to remember the original energy; strip away all the glamour and limousines and tons of drugs. I wanted to get back to the revolutionary ideas, merging poetry and rhythm and rock and roll.

I wasn't thinking so much of music. I wasnt thinking so much of perfection or stardom or any of that stuff.

My public life was so demanding that I wasn't doing the things that I deemed the most important.

Pissing in a river, watching it rise.