My Other Days

My days are in the other days,
Weeks follow the story of happiness;
For where are the wicked deejays,
Of a madness that exists aimless.

I have adventure in this ageless realm,
Advice is offered by the damned,
And I have refuted the worthy to overwhelm,
As I have refused the leaders who are programmed.

I see a scam that appears to disbelieve
In me as a gentleman of hope and learning,
This will be a thief of heights to relieve
Me in my wonders and joyous admiring.