Me

Enter a man too young for wisdom,
Too old for bliss,
Too right to care.

Enter a man too mighty to defer,
Too meek to defy,
Too straight to compromise.

Enter a man too true to lie,
Too cunning to be honest,
Too focused to know the difference.

Enter a man too carefree to mind,
Too driven to relax,
Too specialized to adapt.

Enter a man too quiet to lead,
Too outspoken to follow,
Too chaotic to fit.

Enter a man too intelligent for certainty,
Too morale for ambiguity,
Too trusting for paranoia.

Enter a man too brave for rest,
Too tired for sleep.

Enter a man who proudly wears failure on his sleeve,
And what you have, my friend, is me.