It's something I ate
or didn't eat

someone I met,
or didn't meet

I was standing still
or running a five-mile heat,

standing up
or taking my seat

I was a vegan,
or only ate meat,

depended on others
or stood on my own two feet

I was a worthless punk
or part of the elite

It was a sunny summer
or a winter's day with sleet

It was something I created,
or made sure to delete,

someone I despised
or was happy to greet

I felt I was disastrous
or assumed that I was neat,

slept under heavy blankets,
or lay bare, without even a sheet

Life had only just commenced,
or it was just about complete

I was always very honest,
or full of lies and vile deceit,

felt I was the greatest,
or that I was entirely obsolete

Life was mercifully abstract,
or painfully concrete,

each day so fresh and new,
or was I on repeat?

I never felt my pulse,
or listened to each beat

I criticized each liar,
or was the first to lie and cheat

Life was biased in my favor,
or gave me plenty cause for bleat

I always was the strongest,
or a sad excuse for an athlete

I was picky 'bout each meal,
or felt each foodstuff was a treat

I got laid before I knew it,
or no lady seemed in heat

My bank sure loved me more than Mother,
or was I begging on the street?

I was a mighty conqueror,
or was I mostly in defeat?

Enemies were on me like mosquitos,
or did I fend them off with deet?

I stuffed my mouth with goodies,
or was I deprived of food to eat?

My boat was leaking in the water,
or did I command an entire fleet?

I was sinking in the marshland,
or already mummified in peat

I was brave, and hard on others,
or was I hiding in a pleat?

I used to load and fire Archers,
or did I only practice skeet?

My voice was low and seriously commanding,
or no more than a birdie's tweet

I craved a twelve-course royal dinner,
or just some bread from corn or wheat

Death to me seemed horrifying,
or appeared smooth and soft and sweet