How I Feel

I've lost my turn
Something happened to my place
I've grown old and accustomed
To be a lost case.

I've lost my place
Just a nobody with no face
A name that nobody associates with me
Just getting old and used to disgrace.

I've lost my youth
Always taking a step back
But hair and skin and much chagrin
Must show something that I lack

I've lost the race
And now I can't endure the pace
All that's left to me that's free
Is dwindling to my own small space.

But I must admit
And can't help saying it
This is the way I want it
And I wouldn't change a bit.

And what I feel I crave
Is more important than the toll I've paid
And this feeling that I've saved
Keeps me going unafraid.

Babeleo