Interest

Let me tell you my misconception,
Brought to me by interception.
Living, loved, and lost a lot,
I still smile for deviant thought.

I'm a fighter and grinner,
And a joker and a sinner,
But I'm a laugher and a lover,
And an accepting younger brother.

The universe deals; I take my hand,
And I'm surprised I can still stand.
I smirk for fun; I've loved just one,
I'm a disappointing son.

I try my best, through unfortunate turns,
I leave alive, but I've got my burns.
I've had to limp, I've been a gimp,
I very well may be a wimp.

I keep trying, I'm not crying.
I'm not singing, but I'm winging.
Live improv of the day-to-day.
I wonder just what next I'll say.

Fake it till you make it,
But do you fade after you've been made?
By the end how much will I have paid?
Where would I be if I'd never been laid?

I don't have the talent of Henry David Thoreau,
Or the passion of Vincent van Gogh,
I'm just trying to learn what I already know.
Pay off the interest before self-debt grows.