thoughts of an egotistical pratt

despairingly desperate to live out my dream but i've yet done nothing, or so it would seem to become that dream that i wish to be to live that life that calls out to me 'lazy" most say, and it's probably true and knowing this makes me even more blue for talent i have, coming out of my ears but it has done nothing to soothe all my fears; that i, the great, the marvelous juan will live my life as obscurity’s' son