That Is Me

Born chosen, in other spheres, soon landed where nobody wanted ... Little sugary I grew up, little salty I survived to be kind of impish ... I'm a fugitive son from the sea ... being healthy ... Stout escapist commitments, absent goer of cultural events intriguing inhabitant of society ... but even so intending to me being a poet, I got here ... Neither high nor low meantime... Neither ugly nor handsome however ... I don't pay attention to fashion, but I am inside everything ... Gone in the years, without having realized ... yet I am faithful wanderer with tired feet and body sense... I never wanted luck, be preferred but with luck I was always registered ... I mix healthy and evil accurately ... I'm almost pure innocence ... further angel than a demon by essence ... But imperfect man I am still ... I'm sure ...!