If I said that most days I stir out of bed when it’s coldnReady my steed in the darknTell me, do you stare as we canter and saunter around;nHave you seen me at all?nnIf you’re wanting a view, pay your tokens here toonI’m happy to talk from where I amnFor years I’ve been appraising this townnAnd I’m not coming downnI seennFrom up here I see, people walk similarlynBut surely there’s something diverse about mennMost days I know thatnMost days I knownMost days are better than this onennIf I said that most days I notice you trudging alongnWould you look up or not?nWorld’s sorrow’s all very wellnBut you haven’t encountered the worldnnCome along we’ll eviscerate black and blue bodiesnAfter bruises imagined have been thought awaynYou’re less hurt than you think, and less strong than you seemnA little like menMaybennMaybe there’s not much between you and menMaybe there’s not much between you and mennMost days I know thatnMost days I knownMost days are better than this onennFor years I’ve been surveying this townnI don’t want to come downnSurely; surely, surely…nnSurely there’s something distinct about me