Illiad of the quest Part 1

A nomads truth

I dare not swear upon my humble start 

I've seen the end result

A frame, pestered by doubt but her cloud incite an urge

To protects what's mine

Each day of life becoming this; inching finger tip to the corner I find myself

My shadow dances in the light of the morn, over take the unending work

Here I stand miles above the sky in dying need of success

My reign for a thousand years through flesh, a carcass, still, empty until voiced

Life poured me lemons and I drink to my fate

To the days bursting with gladness, my escape from minimum wage.