Just Another Chut

There was once a girl, my eyes had wandered much to deep in soul
A sad engagement chained my heart, yet my thought were free to roam
Does she feel the same, I guess, no
But love's that, you cannot kill or prevent grow

So what does he do, does he stay away or stay the course
He write a poem, with hope, with remorse
He drinks to kill the cells that which bring pleasure and pain
He smoke for the swiftest end, he blows to his world insane

Things might change for worse or better
He's not the same, with his confidence in tatter
Except in the gamble, where the expected doesn't matter

He is focused in labour, he is focused in destruction
He is focused on friends and whilly infatuations
His views on the world are one of many questions and awe
Twisted his mind, the world won't shake his paw
The insults he offers, age and gender offers no excuse
Take it or hate it, he will never miss the sound of abuse

He loves confrontation and the extra ordinary
He's a fighter when he's mad, an idealist when he's hungry
He's a changer of the world, he's a changer of the other
But clueless to change himself, he has lost his fine rudder

He boosts of his greatness and his labour's fruits
But when he gets his girl, he's over happy to be just another chut