He missed a spot,
His spot,
The place and space he was supposed to secure in this evolving life
Maybe that vacant space hasn't been filled,
Since he never arrived to claim it
Now he sulks,
Wishing of what nots and never weres,
Good intentions gone bent,
Became crooked, too shady to even fit in a shadow
Shame, it's what he has left to claim
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