Would anyone miss me if I were gone?
Would anyone miss me if I were gone?
It does not seem that they would.
I am not sure anyone even knows that I am here,
or was ever here.
I often think it is time to go,
that I have outlived whatever usefulness I might have had.
I have failed to achieve what I most desired.
I think I was born out of turn.
Perhaps I was meant to be someplace else,
and simply lost my way.
