This world is flawed, this world is broken

The times march on but the problems stay

Little demons of our own doing

Mischievous, morphing pranksters

Without a conscience, without a care

They’re here to stay

And I was presented unto the world

In all its imperfect, marred glory

I am one of the lucky

Touched but lightly by the flaws of the world

Content to rant and rave on other’s failure

And so, the problems are mine

I will save it. Not as a big damn hero

Just one person fulfilling a self appointed purpose

Because I can

And failing that, I will find a way to burn it all

Turn the world to ash, and watch the buildings fall

Complete the break, and build anew.

Hi. I'm Sohrab.