They comb the streets <br />Everyone sees them roaming <br />Looking for meaning or something to stand for <br />No future in sight only the present <br />Their trust and alliance lies in the group <br />Shunned by the world, they wander on <br />Their greatest tragedy is their greatest strength <br />Their motto is “if life ain’t heavy it ain’t life.” <br />They don’t belong, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.<br /><br />Nathan Schneider<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-misfits-4/
