With crystal clear alacrity

I wake to the surge of self-pity

Gathering gumption, I stand to fight

With all the might of a porcelain knight.

Grasping the lance of frail reality

Bitty dreams of troubled youth

Donning the shield of denial

A helmet with a painted smile.

Bearing proudly my armor of shame

I willfully climb the steed untamed

Holding the circlet high for all to see

My crest of broken dreams.

Gallantly I charge into the joust

On hope that's often diffused

Braving the ambush of regret

My prestige I will regain tomorrow.

Carrying home a prize that none would share

Over the battlefields of despair

To celebrate alone in toast and feast

If but for today a conquered beast.