The Lost

Sometimes I lose the race
before I've ever begun.
I say "I give up!", "I'm done", "It's over",
or simply mumble "I lost".
Yes, it's important to follow Some social conventions,
but to get what you want,
sometimes you have to reach out and grab it.
Sometimes it's important
to make a fool out of yourself to connect.
Often humor is an important tool
to break the ice, and give a positive impression.
Only way to win

Yet, this one ain't for the winners
It's for the Losers
It's for those who lose a little,
for those who lose a lot.
It's for those who lose a bit,
for those who lose deep
For those who don't just go marching on like sheep!
And some are lost along the way
It's for the Losers,
And it's called "The Lost"

It's called the Nine of Swords by some,
& the Nine of Spades by others.
Same thing, No difference.
It cuts through the mind,
digging up past memories
Memories of what might have been
...Memories of how I could have played it
differently than what it was,
and it sifts through my fingertips,
like grains of sand
as I see myself blunder, and lose.
And I cry for what was, and who I was
and what Might have been
The swords cut deep
The spades dig deep,

And I find myself mumbling,
"I Hate it!"
Skipping on the surface of the Present,
No Outlook of any Future,
Mired in memories of the Past
I've traveled this road before,
And I know,
I've already lost.