Good fortune
There was no good luck on my cards today
Not
that I care much for being what I am
But
my fortune was not so good enough
Without
a smile to lighten my weary day.
Not
that I am what you want me to be
Not
that I do what you really want me to
I
have always ran away yet lost miserably
For I am like a lion in a cage of the past.
A
lion that the people watch and observe
Throwing
bits and pieces on my tiring day
Fighting
over my ownership and knowledge
With records of all my mistakes, past.
Yet
when I look at where you always sit
A
stupid grin spreads across my sad face.
