Here I stand in quiet despair,

Questioning how I ended up here.

Doubting if I will ever get through this,

Hoping it’s nothing but a life’s cruel miss.

A man’s world they say, 

Yet I can’t seem to have it my way.

Was it always meant to be this hard?

Cause I am slowly turning mad.

Deep in my chest, I quietly pray,

To be as steady and certain as day.

For I am alone in this bother,

With no comfort from a significant other.

But maybe in time, as seasons shift,

These burgers will loosen, the fog will lift.

And though I have no hand to pull me over,

I’ll keep walking on, a silent rover.