Insignificance

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
Then why don't I find a role for myself?

I stand bemused at the crossroad
For lanes are many but my destination unknown...
Speculating the audacious display of power and brain
I keep shrinking into the absolute nothing I possess.

I,the ardent soldier, am left all bland,
A forgotten thought,a barren land.
I move slothfully with the tainted carn,
Derided,dejected and denounced I stand
Gleaning splinters of my own existential claim.