I am cared for
In a daydream’s
Sprawling fury

As a frail
And floundering
Desperate fawn

Latched to its whim
Devoid
Of a pulse

Never, to part ways
With their gathering
Fog

All too soon
In these hapless years
I forge, my home
In stagnation

Never drifting beyond
These withering paths
As comfort burdens
My wanting treads