I live a stranger’s life; the proverbial square peg in a world full of round holes.
Forced to drift from place to place like a puppet with strings no one controls.
I hope to discover where I belong; to finally feel peace and fill this empty soul.
Life passes swiftly as I attempt to keep up but my legs can only manage a stroll.
I yearn for the warmth of love but I fear my self imposed exile has taken its toll.
Foolish ideas for an ideal fool; some are made to suffer, I was made to console.
