改造詩人弐拾伍号「Not chosen one」

Not chosen one 

I'm the not chosen one

One of men

A man with no name

No praise

No medal

No love 

Not special

In the pond, I struggle

I wonder

I gaze the sky

For something special

Is this my medal?

It makes me happy?

It makes price of me?

It Finalizes me?

The chosen one

She never seize me

She never choose me

She never became mine

The earth is  rounding 

Round and Round

I'm center of it

and

I'm the rim of it

Not chosen one 

I'm not chosen one

I am man with no name