Dying Bouquet

Like a dying bouquet I wither right away I don’t know why I’m here Or if I should bother to stay Good things happen by chance Bad things happen by me Will I ever be satisfied Will there always be a need One petal falls Did you hear its sad song Two petals fall To which never belonged Withering away like my dying vanity, My ego has been gone My luck has run out, so to say Looking deep where I belong Nothing of worth, of honor, of pride Nothing to believe I had a happy life Someone who can see something out of nothing May they be blest, for the time they have wasted