Not a thought in my head
Not a clue in my step
I study the concrete
Enthralled by whirling notions

The scourge of my mind
Thrives among these lonely years
The better half
Of my empty and depleted consciousness

There is nothing left
For these hands to attain
With triumph uprooted
And gorged upon by hungry droves

I am doomed to pace
The ravaged and decrepit earth
Banished from understanding
As I come to know
My loyal and clueless stride