There's this guy...
Seems I see him
every couple of days in passing
and he's always stalwart walking,
shoulders tight, eyes narrowed,
looking like he's living his life
flying at half mast.
I cant help but drop my eyes,
just before we meet,
before we have contact.
I turn my head and crack my neck,
ashamed but for the grace...
And Every time, without fail!
My tongue is useless;
My throat, full of sand.
I'm worthless to enquire
because his today is far worse
than the nightmares which wake me.
and what's worse...
I keep reflecting on the thought
I could also be sleepwalking.
