I am born
Amidst glares and scorn
An unwanted gift
The family rift
They stare in disbelief
"All he'll cause is greif"
The only words I heard him say
Before my father left
And I am alone
I begin the child's act
Along my long and winding track
I build up the colorful blocks
As my mother knits a pair of socks
But now she's gone
As the black cars come
And i am alone
This time around,
No longer a child
My years turn wild
I'm on the streets
Because no one dares to greet
The ones with no name
They believe we aren't the same
No words, no home,
And I am alone
I am at my "middle-age"
Bald spots are all the rage
Husbands and wives,
Discussing their jobs, their lives,
I have no one to talk with
Life is my only gift
To me, a family is a myth,
So I am alone
It's my final chance
No more life grants
I sit in a leather-bound chair with wheels
Eating my very last meals
An orange fog surrounds me
And I embark
On thhe journey to the arms of an old friend
I am alone for the last time
I greet the familiar face, death
The final word is my last breath
I am completely, blissfully free
On a platter, my present sits before me
As I lift myself to the heavons above
Death fits like a glove
