I repeat the decisions made by my ancestors, I walk with no confidence, Hiding behind Ray Ban, Smoking too much and drinking from Croesus' coffer. I build enemies because I know too much, And give no proof of their asininity, The crowd was never my friend, But loneliness does not offend me. I like words when they are clipped, I eat once a day, I look out a window only when it rains, It's not always joyless, but it's palatable. Who molded me? With an affinity to my soul's incarceration? Enjoying activities that are counterfeit was never my thing, Raising a glass to what they call 'functioning'.