Staring at the Moon, this time, gone so soon
My mind, lile a ballon, clouds of thought circle my head
I ain't dead yet, still very much alive, but getting tired
of the same old jive, the remainder I've yet to contrive
Who I am is not who I've been, the real me is still kept
within, it's cool to be good, but much more fun to sin
A Lion within, tucked in a Sheep's hide, stealthily I am yet to conquer and divide, just what that means... I will let you decide.