what have this become...
for not being wanted anymore...

walking the road ahead...
for what it leads i'm not sure...

broken and used, for this is something I wish for only to refuse
for i am only a drifter in a broken body..

hope and happiness is no longer i search for..
for only the next place to sit and rest for only a short while...

here and there, place to place...
for only to travel for so long...

till the end of time...
this drifter walks...