Heavy and astute
Suited up, booted up with no real place to go
A blasphemous existence owing to their very nature
No strangers when it comes to masking their difficulties, God-given individuality
Ready and willing, all too prepared to get it just right
All of the time
Sublime earth creatures, each to their own
Soap-box superstars, right up there on a par
Spontaneous uncertainties with only a squirt of hope
It’s all in the trunk