Saturday, 9 February 2013

traveller swagger

traveller swagger
he moves, with dark circles
under his eyes
a bag on his back
a hood over his head
he seems to lack 
what non-travellers 
call 'courtesy' 
he doesn't do it purposely
he's just so far removed
from reality, he's more than confused
in actuality, he's already somewhere else
for him the days and nights merge
and time always blurs
he sleeps wherever
never, self-conscious
never fully conscious
never truly aware
of where
he is 
traveller swagger
stagger on, man...