How many damn times have I been here?
once, twice, five times.
Is this how my life is supposed to be?
So repetitive
I don't want it to be
yet here I am
the same place.
Always rounding back to go.
I don't land on park place, or boardwalk
I never win free parking
What a fate this entails
Forever stuck on this place called go
Of course, it's because I chose to be the stupid thimble
Round and all shot up
I keep the pin from pricking
I never give up
Yet here I am
The same place again
Lost and alone.
While the hat gets to slide on
the race car wizzes on by through it all
and that cute freaking Scottie dog goes down the yellow brick road.
Yet here I am.
I am here to stay
Because no one really picks me to play.
Written by Jennifer Gordon 3.14.12
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem