It's something I ate

or didn't eat

someone I met,

or didn't meet

I was standing still

or running a five-mile heat,

standing up

or taking my seat

I was a vegan,

or only ate meat,

depended on others

or stood on my own two feet

I was a worthless punk

or part of the elite

It was a sunny summer

or a winter's day with sleet

It was something I created,

or made sure to delete,

someone I despised

or was happy to greet

I felt I was disastrous

or assumed that I was neat,

slept under heavy blankets,

or lay bare, without even a sheet

Life had only just commenced,

or it was just about complete

I was always very honest,

or full of lies and vile deceit,

felt I was the greatest,

or that I was entirely obsolete

Life was mercifully abstract,

or painfully concrete,

each day so fresh and new,

or was I on repeat?

I never felt my pulse,

or listened to each beat

I criticized each liar,

or was the first to lie and cheat

Life was biased in my favor,

or gave me plenty cause for bleat

I always was the strongest,

or a sad excuse for an athlete

I was picky 'bout each meal,

or felt each foodstuff was a treat

I got laid before I knew it,

or no lady seemed in heat

My bank sure loved me more than Mother,

or was I begging on the street?

I was a mighty conqueror,

or was I mostly in defeat?

Enemies were on me like mosquitos,

or did I fend them off with deet?

I stuffed my mouth with goodies,

or was I deprived of food to eat?

My boat was leaking in the water,

or did I command an entire fleet?

I was sinking in the marshland,

or already mummified in peat

I was brave, and hard on others,

or was I hiding in a pleat?

I used to load and fire Archers,

or did I only practice skeet?

My voice was low and seriously commanding,

or no more than a birdie's tweet

I craved a twelve-course royal dinner,

or just some bread from corn or wheat

Death to me seemed horrifying,

or appeared smooth and soft and sweet