UP AND DOWN

Up and down the street
he goes, a whirl of emotions,
and self debates about things,
not in his control,

and no one pays attention,
afraid of his speculations,
and random bursts of
inconsistencies,

with only one key, the
holder of a different world,
king of an abstract kingdom,
and nothing literal,

and his ghosts follow behind,
loyal till the end, keepers
of his mind, to them he's
resigned,

up and down the street
he goes and no one paying
attention to the things
he can't control.