I was something if nothing andI lived past my prime.

I was sheltered in horror and witnessed some crime.

All meaning got lost when I went out to explore.

I was leaving and grieving. Not returning for more.

It’s all in the fortune and the luck of the draw.

I know it was real because I felt what I saw.

But I’ll leave it all there in a wave with a smirk.

I got quiet and aged and steeped long in work.

There’s more to the story and you know I’ll write.

I was sick of complaining and I was tired of fight.