A host of erratic concerns
Pace the contours
Of a troubled mind

Swerving footsteps
Unravel the peace withheld
Gifts given from loving strangers
Stolen in the chaos of bottomless thought

The pestering itch of why
Rests defiantly in the small of his back
Anchored deep beneath his skin
Stern for his long
Meandering, degenerate life

Yet it quickly shatters
In a cool and collected sigh
As the mind’s footsteps
Slow and quiet
Briefly restored
For the calming cull of tomorrow

So he voyages further
For the refuge of promise
Where misty-eyed dreamers
Yearn to thrive
In the quiet hallows
Forever replenished