We are pieces, jam-packed in an illusion
Shape shifting through the empty voyage of time
To the vagrant slabs, caught up in their own being
Carry on in your aimless stride

Who will shuffle into desolation first?
Crowding the overpasses
As roads bustle with chaos
As thoughts stray and clash
Behind the rumbles of desperation

Some pegs fall in
Others displace
Yet some remain still
Consuming it all in horror

And so we shift endlessly
Answering only to the mighty wisp
The chill that drags both the vagrant and the still
Into the frozen embrace of eternity