Saturday, February 1, 2014

Something

Where to find,
Where to follow?

I wander back to whence I came
Boyhood home of peace and quiet
But only dreams live there:
An empty space, a cold wind
The headlights are out
Registration is expired.
In a time of tired urgency
I wander the commercial jungle
Peruse silk pocket squares
Search for original oxfords
Anticipation,
Thrill of a tailored suit.

Where to find,
Where to follow?
If the world's a stage,
I never learned my lines.
If life was kind,
Perhaps I would feel less hollow.

Somehow,
While leaving youth I became old.