Aimlessly

If his mind was always in a daydream, 

In his eyes - 

The awakening of a new fear, 

And his feet - 

A lack of direction. 

How do his eyes see anything - 

But his darkening soul within? 

How do his hands reach out, 

With nothing to grasp?  

It's a lonely road, 

For a soul without purpose. 

And it's about to crumble, 

Under weightless pressure.