Alone
In
The
World,
My
Coin
Nearly
Spent,
I work
On
And
Strive
To
Be
Content,
Uncertain
If
This
Is
How
I was
Meant
To
Be,
A
Sadly
Weathered
Version
Of
Me,
On
Display
For
No
One
To
See.
I get
Along,
Singing
A
Well
Worn
Song,
In
A
Place
I’ve
Yet
To
Belong,
With
Little
Left
To
Do
Wrong.