Moments, never meant to last.

Left standing in the shadows,

Staring at the moments past,

Yearning for the seconds,

That were nae meant to last,

The friend you never knew you wnated,

Felling came and went so fast,

left to the road, no love to keep me warm,

I am the homeless wayfarer, the outcast.

For simpler times, and meaningless chat,

Topics and scenery so vast,

And all my friends who left me standing,

With nothing but sour memory's of the past.