I'm left behind as a residue, of a time that's long forgotten. No one here knows me anymore, all who knew me are long gone. A relic hoping to find a place in the sun that will rise in a few hours. I can do with the shade, reflected light is enough for my depleting appetite. In an attempt to catch attention I know I'll make a fool of myself. Like the court jester sentenced to the gallows for his below average attempts at humour, I know that'll be my destiny. Unlike any other, my road is unmapped and mine only.