6:32 AM

("Life has a way of testing a person's will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen at once." ~Paulo Coelho)
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.