Nameless, near dead.
Aimless. In the stead
of a key to a kingdom,
I believe I received
the hand me down mess
of a life before my own.

How do I live?
Carpet to back,
eyes cast at the ceiling,
desperately loosing
my dreams and my feelings
in tears?

Drawing stick figure pictures
in the sands of my past, alive,
if not wealthy or well, I'm still
not sure what to tell you when
you ask how to survive.