Jason

There's no guarantee.
That I'll ever be free.
Of whatever it is that I'm trying to be.

They told me the place that I was born was blown up and demolished.
I don't know if that's true, but I like to believe that it is.
I was a self-sufficient child.
Reading by three,
apparently.
Disposition was rather mild,
Though I had a set of lungs on me.
The events of my life are quite a long story,
I was never exalted, nor covered in glory,
But we'll recount all of that in days to come.
The facts,
the bare, simple facts.
I was - I am - the firstborn son.
I didn't grow much - until I did.
I've never been imposing,
just a bombastic, underweight
kid.
I've always been enthusiastic,
Inquisitive,
Domineering,
and perhaps a touch spastic.
Rarely uncertain -
aside from a brief time
where my body wouldn't obey
and grew every which way
and smelt funny
but it fell into line.
My eyes are blue,
My hair is brown - naturally.
And there has never been a guarantee
that I'll ever be free
of whatever it is that my life
has been trying to make me.
I doubt that I'll ever be in vogue.
I'm a fringe dweller,
first and foremost,
a bit of a rogue.
More at home in the cellar,
or the attic.
Behaviorally, I can be erratic.
Shouting is frequent,
but then again,
so's affection.
But we'll cover it all,
in the days to come.
I just wanted to sum up, in some tiny way,
the person that comes here most every day,
and finds that he has almost nothing to say.