All my life,
is one thing I have longed for.
One thing I would have died for.
Ignoring the knife marks, etched so deep into my skin.
Where I keep the mark I've been searching for.
Alas, once more it has eluded me here in the true test.
Only bringing its self to others.
Why I wonder,
And as I stop to ponder,
A thought pops to mind.
Not only me does it elude,
But the many poor deluded souls
That also inhabit this earth.
And as I slip from this ledge...
Luck has forgotten me again.