I live on the edge of society
right on the edge of town
I am the outsider,the undecider,
The lone rider.
People tend to shy away when
they see me coming their way.
I shuffle along pushing my shopping
It is full of all of my belongings,
a jumper,blanket,and all of my
I tried to keep my life together
But it all started to wither.
All of my grapes fell off the vine.
Without any chance to turn into wine.
I live in the bush in a shallow cave.
If I don’t watch out it will turn into
A shallow little grave.
I have always been kind of lonesome.
The Outsider,living my life on the streets.
The Outsider,dancing to a different beat.
I have always just wanted to fit in
You know,not to fat,not to thin
Not to quiet,not to loud
Just to be part of the crowd.
Just to be a regular member of the
To have friends,and my own living space.
But when you are pushed around and
knocked to the ground.
It is hard to get up and have a look
I tried to sneak a look,but all I saw was
a whole lot of trouble.
So I stayed on the ground,didn’t look
I lived in the dirt,till it hurt.
The Outsider,undecider,the lone rider
Living on the edge of the city.
Full of false bravado,and self pity.
My shopping trolley has got a broken
All my self worth down in the gutter.
What more can go wrong,why do I have
There is no answer to that question
I am just talking to the moon.
That’s it see you soon.
From the Outsider,the lone rider,
PS Once again this is a story,it is all
made up,or is it? haha.