Pebble

How is a pebble in a heap different from the one on the street or so to say even different from the one that is part of some interior designer’s creation?

Their destinies!!

They were born equal; their destinies decided their paths and their end.

“I” am just another pebble on the street

I was born as a rock, but that doesn’t make any difference now

All loosers have a glorious past, winners have their present to talk about

My destiny brought me here on the street; streets layered with muck

I like muck!! Muck makes me feel safe it covers my shame of being “nothing”

It is easier to handle shit in your face than shame in your eyes

Although, I looked/pretended to be like the one in the designer's creation, worthy of  living in luxury

But, destiny, the slick bitch, she can never go wrong,
She made no mistakes, she judged me rightly,I shouldn't say this but she was fair
She passed the verdict....

“I” was the “Insignificant” one