Weary Drifter

I gaze upon your placid face familiar in a strange new place. Blue eyes a mirror of my own, why do I still feel so alone? Weary drifter, a fall from grace. A moment's lull before the race then right back to that frantic pace My life of old is now unknown. I gaze... The circle of life's warm embrace cradles close a fear of disgrace. On my neck a weighty millstone, secrets cut deep right to the bone making their way through time and space. I gaze...