A Wanderer

A drop of water
in a place of sand 
A single tree standing 
in a man owned land
A destitute eating 
in a place of grand
Little freedom in a time 
when all is banned

All of the above 
may come true for one
But they all give 
no hope for the rest
The world that 
we few want to live in
Can chew and spit out the best 

It is not like winning a lottery 
Or acing a test, for us
This evil crazy world will get us all
Whether one is last or the first

We fight with ourselves inside 
And with the outside world to survive
Just wanting to be ourselves 
And just to feel alive 

Because we know that Being oneself 
even for a second is all we need 
And every one in this common world 
Just want to make us bleed