Like All Other Days

One day at the hermitage

I knew the way I'd live

Be'd the same as the orphanage

That leaked me from its sieve

Herd 'em up and tally ho!

Do the counts and tuck 'em in

The quiet ones are always slow

The louder ones all live in sin

I fell through the system's crack

And failed to assimilate my way back in

To society's stack of pack-rat flak

But live lonely waiting death again