Took to the mean streets with an appetite that said he was more than willing to shelve all past occurences, empty and fruitless conquests, transform himself into the very best of the best, tip-top
Chest out, face forward, equipped to the very last, ready to take to the test of a lifetime, shine like nobody has ever shone, done before
A poet knocking ever so lightly on the door to greatness, didn’t know it yet but he had already managed to make a lasting impression, except for the one glaring fact, that his words – pristine as they were – just needed to be seen