Is there ever a place for us
Those whose lives have stalled before their eyes?
A cast-off from life's little plan
The extras in the backgrounds
The people who won't even make the credits
Of the movies that are other people's lives
Lost in the stares of a thousand faces
Obsolete by the ways of the new
Advanced by the ways of the old
Degenerate by modern society
Prometheus by civilizations past
Ambiguous, yet clear
Where does that us, leave me?
Lost in the middle of everyone
Unable to be recognized from the masses
And yet, still able to be judged
Looking down their long noses
Decided that they decide who the extras are
Who chose you among everyone to decide if I am worthy?
I live for a reason
Why create flesh and life to serve no purpose?
I am not nothing
And I am not anything
I do not know why
Purpose and clarity avoid me
Objectivity lost to my thoughts
I cannot explain it
It is a mystery
But the fact remains
We just exist
The leftovers from overestimation
But still alive
Left to wander while others thrive
Is there ever a place for us?