Poet (Near Forgotten)

I stepped down into a street not knowing Directions or intentions Or anything much at all I stepped down and hoped for once That the world would know better Than it led me to believe Life presented itself as a party And my invitation was always in your name No one ever really wanted me around You made them welcome me I can’t begin to feign contentment I lose myself in subtle things, it’s true But I’m fading out and near forgotten Just not sure of what to do I want to be a dead poet