Stands unmoving, running wild

Staring blindly into space

Slow, it ticks to keep the beat

Of longing for another place

Thoughts in query, fear the sage

He tells of futures, fancy, fun

For other people dance around

And through endless streets, I chase the sun

The house I stay, roofed and warm

Yet the rain falls on my head

Without a home, my mind shouts out

Desperate callings to a bed

Intentions fume, expression plain

Questions coming back to light

Crowds continue past in stream

No answers form to join my plight

And there I wander, ever further

Coherence rare and hard to see

A creeping figure silhouettes

And morning shows the shadow is me