Rushing through the trees
Looking for that thing you didn’t know you lost
That piece you could never find
Yet always knew you never had
Forever running blindly tripping over the love of those you fail to see
Cursing your life
Spitting on your job
Ignoring the reactions of your actions
Doing things for others yet feeling like you fail when it comes to those you love
Never understanding that as you are
Is what they want
Needed
Mindless music plays the march of your blind race for salvation
Faceless souls watch you stumble watch you fall
Sharp rocks slice you to pieces
The end in sight you breath a sigh of relief
Bleeding from ignorance you fall to your bloodied knees
Softened pebbles caress your wounds
Loving words go unanswered
Wishing for home as the light approaches
Wishing for reason
In this dream of total confusion
This reality of fate
My ignorance cries from the balcony
As the soul watches from darkened wing
The curtain drawn I stand before the world
A full house tonight
Lights in place my part is ready
The homeless man
The fool
The hero of the hour
The faceless crowd watch without a sound
Without eyes they stare at my performance
Without mouths they whispers their disgust
Without ears they listen to the silence of the old man clapping
Somewhere in the back
Sitting in the shadows
Well out of sight
As homeless as I
As brave as they come
Without moving they turn to him
Without caring he stands and claps louder
My homeless mind embraces the hour
My soul continues to watch from the shadows
Such the coward
The lights grow dim as the faceless slowly make their way out into the dark
The old man already gone
The only one with eyes
The only one with knowledge
As homeless as I