The rain poured down as I

I sat and reminisced about the lives that have now been thrown to the out

I reminisce about the lives that I could write books about 

The lives I held dear to my own heart 

But what would that do because my heart belongs to the out

I look up at the sky and felt like I should be in the out but yet they put me in

In with the classy, the rich, in with the ones who win

Everyone here lived life on a whim 

Yet there it didn't matter who you are

you worked because your life was on the line 

And as I sat in the pouring rain, I wondered 

What would life be like if it wasn't just in and out