Lucid Walks

Awake in my slumber

I am not allowed to sleep

For the sidewalks have people that need to go up and down the street

Though I see no people

I know I’m not allowed

To sleep on the sidewalk, or anywhere at all

My bed is my hand

And though I mustn’t, I do

Sleep in the rain

I know I mustn’t, but it’s true

I walk all day and all night on the tracks

The people on the street give me panic attacks

Arguing and bustling over who gets what to eat

Or the next shower or cigarette or whatever it may be

I walk alone, I don’t want to, but I do

Walk my lonely heart out

It’s about all I can do

I tried to get a job

Many, in fact

But with a bag on your shoulders

They don’t even look back

You can see they're in need

And they can see so am I

But the stigma of employing a homeless person

Well, it didn’t seem right in their eyes

I don’t look for handouts

I’m prideful that way

I work my way through life, no matter the day

I work for a living

Though poor I may be

Only to the rich man

They see what they see

I sit, and as I sit, I sleep

My awakedness draws me into a stupor of dreams

Am I awake when I walk?

Do I dream while I see?

Through reflections, I think,

Will I ever get reprieve?

This no one knows, but it’s a secret I keep