I Am Still Here, Reading Alone

I am still here, reading alone. Breast out like a common pigeon, Gnawing on a discarded chicken bone. I'm wondering where I belong. Where did it all go so sadly wrong? Childhood, parenthood, Or drowning in the local pub, Nothing will ever be truly right. I don't know how long. The world casts too many shadows. Across our paths, each is tollgated to be paid in full. No matter how innocent you started out, . You'll pay with your soul. A day's wage here is a week or a month there. And before you know it, You'll think the tariff is unfair. That's why I am still here, reading alone. Breast out like a common pigeon, Gnawing on a discarded chicken bone. Wondering where it all went wrong.