Comparing life to a deck of cards
Isn’t that hard
Am not one of the kings
Who usually are the leaders of any or everything
And are always chosen to do all sorts of things
Am not the queen
Someone who always in the shadow of the crown
Always in the background
Jack doesn’t suit me
I won’t ever try please their majesties at all
Am more of a person wishing to see them fall
I’ll never be the ace
The person who can go into any group and find their place
Am not among the numbers
Who stay in the background
Wait for a chance to dawn their thunder
I see my self as the joker
A person who sames out of place
The lone soul not with the rest of the pack
Far off wait and wanting in the back
To meet that next joker
Who will complete the deck
