I am a disposable unit, I'll play the game then be gone.
Am just number,
In a endless march
Gone wrong.
A piece of degradable garbage, a slum tenement,  forgotten.
A new build replaces the old, the old just memories that shall soon see the last dawn .
It's just an ongoing process of processing old for new , morning then night , now yesterday no more .
Am a flash in the pan , a swan vesta, fuel in your car . I hope  I'll  be remembered for just who I am . X