Where am I going?
I had a rough past, a rough start.
But a rough future? Impossible!
Nobody knows me! Who are you?
I'm not controlled, nor possesed,
loved or remembered.
No, I am given the darkness of day,
The light of the night,
Everyday meant to creep and wallow.
Given the time, I can be fine,
But from summertime to winter, I am always cold, bare cold.
Though I do not shiver, I do not let myself be known;
Music plays but I don't sing along,
The people laugh and play, but I can't join in.
You bundle up for the winter,
while I stay out in the bare cold.
Not a chance, nor a word, is given for my dissappearance.
I was long forgotten, years ago, forever bound
To never be remembered.