Throughout my life I’ve tried a rhythm
yet followed I am by a worry of them
that soulful populace happy to dance
while for me if I do, its taking chance.
So often is the energy round in motion
while clever facades pretend emotion
speak to me sated with journeyed love
give my desire a sign from above.
Tonight, tomorrow, every single day
I rise to an occasional tedious way,
yet too often are my smiles new haunts
nobody knows, no-one certainly wants
A day in the life of a worn out soul
fragmented floating parts of a whole