Despite all of what blocks my path,

my resolve is as clear as day.

I will rage and rage against that dying light!

You're right.

I'm done for. 

I am broken and imperfect.

Yet, I'm still standing.

Why?

I'm not quite sure but

I'll keep going.

No matter how long I may lay and stagger,

I will keeping raging against that dying light

and cut through like a dagger.

How foolish am I?

You might say.

But do I look like I'll give it your way?!