I am lost.
I do not know where I belong.
This is not the way I want to go.
This is not the place that needs me.
This road I have been is just so lonely.
I tried to make the right turn, but I always end up going left.
This journey that I am on will not make me last.
The time of my rising is leading to the decline for my fall.
My story is one that will not be miss.
If you look now, you will notice anything that is not me.
You will notice the love that you have for everything that is not me.
I am not scared.
I do not shed tears.
I just walk this path of the lonely road, in hopes of finding a home.