All Over the Place

So, driven to distraction

By witless repartee

And wittering conversation

Of deep banality,

Eventually

He seeks out interaction,

Fresh eccentricity,

On closer observation

Nothing's all that it seems to be,

Nothing's more than it seems to be.

He scattered himself all over the place

While hiding behind closed doors

And day by dull day fell more off the pace -

A life suspended in live pause

He gave of himself in fractional clues,

Oblique synchronicities

But nobody knows how alien he grew,

How, drained away behind his open face,

He'd lost his identity.

Now nothing else is left behind,

Just the fallen side of the sky,

A thousand miles away from home

I feel the cold ghost breath fly by

Out of the dream.

Now the image blurs

Of how we seemed,

Of what we were.