One-sixth

First or last
Does it matter where you stand
Shoulder to shoulder
Or hand in hand

Will it make a difference
The place in line you bear
Short or tall
Or the colour of your hair

Name or number assigned
You're neither classified nor defined

Lead me on, take me anywhere
Grab my arm, steer me nowhere
Want to escape, the wear and tear
One-sixth, in disrepair

Not first, neither last
Middle ground meets me
Greets the paths that I tread
To those I know and see

Median or mean
Does it find me all replete
Wanting nothing more
With my feet in concrete

Name or number assigned
Guess I'm unclassified or ill-defined

Lead me on, take me anywhere
Grab my arm, steer me nowhere
Want to escape, the wear and tear
One-sixth, in disrepair