Everybody knows. Nobody knows,
the reality of who I have been.
Who I was, on record, publicly shows.
Even that, though, a little deceiving.
Let’s be clear about who I really was.
Put some clarity on my confusion.
My own name back then, at least, I’m sure of.
My own self, I think, not an illusion.
Even if not know what I was doing,
can’t abrogate responsibility.
I had too many bad things accruing.
To blame? Or victim? Or futility?
Was, I should explain, highs before the lows.
But, not knowing, everybody knows.