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
trolley.
It is full of all of my belongings,
a jumper,blanket,and all of my
broken dreams.
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
human race.
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
around.
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
around.
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
wheel.
All my self worth down in the gutter.
What more can go wrong,why do I have
To suffer.
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,
The undecider.
PS Once again this is a story,it is all
made up,or is it? haha.