Who am nothing,
A speck in the universe,
Wandering aimlessly,
Being noticed by none,
Not successful in life,
A brief, but brilliant interlude.

Sat myself down,
A silly, forgotten clown,
This time being all undone,
My tears begin to fall,
A body worn and torn by time,
Hauntingly unneeded,
I start to cry.

Who's there who wants me?
When will my life have meaning?
Lurching forward, a contorted blob,
Of a man so hoping for some glory,
But having no path put before me,
No master plan, or devious adventure,
I fall to earth in a pile of so.