I'm Well?

with cuts on my hands,
I must ask,
how's your music?

during last evening's demise,
I smashed the pasta plate,
regretfully so,
but I was looking forward to its shatter.

I want to be one of those guys
that carries his cool on his shoulders,
never lower or left to get loud.

when this road gets too rough,
I will be your silly lion, maybe.