Somehow I ended up outside
And there I stayed because my pride
Refused to knock knock on the door
And ask the few who live within
To open up and let my poor
And tired, huddled mass come in
And find a seat somewhere beside
Those blessed to spend each day inside.

I tell myself this common tale
To blame my pride for ways I fail
For if the fault should not be mine
And should instead somewhere reside
Beyond the reach of my design
Where immutable powers bide
Their time and cast my hopes upon
The wheel and spin until they're gone
And all that's left is me,
Standing uncertainly
Cornered by destiny,
For some must always be

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