48.

Call Me Ahab, truly
for where a narrator might
observe other’s lives
for pleasure, I only do
to see what I might take

Possessed by my own quest
for success, for happiness
for revenge on those who hurt me

Everyone’s needs fall aside
to my own adventure
and there was a year or two
where I almost died
and people liked me more

While my own hunt might kill me
at least I get out of bed

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