My Place

life’s not a puzzle at least not for me i’m like the sand between your toes there’s no one place for me to go i get by in the creases of it all i’m not a piece i just hold them all together i arrange them as i wish though i’ve never had the fancy so i am used and useless a leader is just a glorified slave no initiative no shame motionless i remain stuck in a world of black and white though everything i see is grey there is no escape