Many a time I sit in the sun thinking out loud,
Wondering now and then, lonely as the cloud.
At times, I feel, in all ways, fiendishly dead-ish,
Does caring about myself make me selfish?
I am the quintessential victim of circumstances,
Doomed intoto with relatable instances.
Mama departed to eternity when I was a child,
Now in adulthood, some say I've gone wild.
......
Many a time I sit in the sun thinking out loud,
Wondering now and then, lonely as the cloud.
At times, I feel, in all ways, fiendishly dead-ish,
Does caring about myself make me selfish?
I am the quintessential victim of circumstances,
Doomed intoto with relatable instances.
Mama departed to eternity when I was a child,
Now in adulthood, some say I've gone wild.
......