The Stray I Am

I have no place in this world.
I just float from space to space.
Talking to this boy and that girl,
each time wearing a different face.

Coming from nowhere and having nothing,
I try to find some form of peace.
From place to place I keep on jumping,
occupying shelter without maintaining a lease.

I transform from this person to that person,
whoever I need to be for the occasion.
struggling through bouts of internal coercion,
losing myself more and more in these alterations.

Always on alert, preparing for the next move,
in a moments notice I can pick up and run.
React on impulse, jumping into new shoes.
Walking in the next life until its worn out and done.

Pick up a new life, leave the old behind,
And yes, its that easy. There's nothing to miss.
Take a look at my past, see what you find.
A stray who did what he had just to exist.

You won't finda life lived with integrity,
no great achievements that warrant any pride.
Just a rocky timeline of vague activity,
A small spot on the world just going for a ride.

You'll just find a stray who doesn't leave a trace,
because he doesn't have a face,
because he doesn't have a place.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Carlton Rolle]

This is pretty bleak. Takese to a place of solitude and stress after all of the weight of my world collides with the nothing I occupy. I like it a bunch!!!