Through Anger, Losses, Ambition, Ignorance

Through anger, losses, ambition, ignorance, on we what you are picks its way. I need to get the fake me that i've adopted to exist in the world out of the way so the real me can march forward, rather than pick its way. That is what i think about this poem. It's a bit like that line from the big labowsky when some one asks the jeff bridges character how he is and he says, the dud abides. In other words, i just, you know, i carry on. And i was hoping for more than that. At the end, i think it's almost, at the end saying, through angers, losses,