Burnt Bridges

©RichardBarnabé2020

If you’re a third or fifth wheel

Don’t expect an even keel

Can’t assume that you belong

Cause they let you tag along

If you don’t fit the mold

Don’t wait until you’re told

No beating around the bush

Best to jump than to be pushed

Ain’t no victim, ain’t no culprit

Just your fate as a misfit

Don’t dwell on what went wrong

Man up and move along

I shall stick to gigs

That all can really dig

No fake relationships

Devoid of true kinship

From now on for my sake

No Burnt Bridges in my wake