I am nothing but
A product of chance.
Luck of the draw
For the not so lucky.
So forgive me when I say
I don't believe I belong
Because I don't even think
I was meant to stay.
Life will get better they say!
Yes, life will go on without me
Perhaps when I leave
They'll find time to write a tale of a
Dirty old soul
And tell these tales
About me
-n.c
