I lay here just to be stepped upon.

With the power to move, yet lacking the will

As the moon retreats, I lay until dawn,

They come and watch me through the window sill.

From here I would move, with motivation

If I had one who could grant me such,

But I do not, so I avoid the temptation.

For one such as that I would not dare touch.

Alas, I lie on this cold ground alone,

I wait for the next one to step upon me.

This life fits me, yet new one I will own,

In this pain I am filled to the knee.

You and I were never meant to be,

Only this pain from you will set me free.