Epitaph of a lonely Soul

I walk the sands of time wondering if I belong and I feel like a stranger to the obvious shortcomings of my existence all the while wondering what's wrong.

"Did I get it or do I just not know?"

The cheeseburger is such a palisade of unwarranted behavior.

"Is this all that I am, is there not more?"

In time I shall learn to adapt...Speak one with the collective.

"But is that a direct contradiction to my objective, or is that just getting old?"

Only time shall speak the hieroglyphs of memory and mind...

"I can only hope that mine was a dynasty and not a passing fad."