hobo

secluded
far from Ecstacy
deluded
thats what ill be
finding things in what i see
is not absurd

but clinging on and holding me
are all my words
i hope if sunshine can make them free
then the cell im in is not a absurd
if you make sense of just one word
to understand so i can be more comforting
and have half a hand of reality and imagination stirred
to make things be
secluded
words work for me