The Outsider

I have been disappearing
Into circles round my head
At the cracked toll hearing
Long goodbyes left unsaid

At the glass I see waste away
A smile once so real.
I have no use for gods today
Yet how I would kneel.

If I always was alive
I could tell them I’m afraid
But those connections suffer
When I dare touch the surface.

A thousand roads have been crossed
And the wanderers all are lost
As suns crack and moons fade
On avenues the lonesome made.

And what path is homeward bound
If such a thing can be found?
Who is to say who can belong
In an age that went so wrong?

In dreams I breathe below waves
And waken so I may drown,
Stranger among strangers
Wondering how I grew so small.