Ode to a stranger

Paranoia’s spiral.
My life’s broken circle.
A path of dread and sorrow,
my feet they walk their self.

My observing anchor point,
reference to mundane world,
do you enjoy my passing by?
How I miss your earthen smile…

Born, produce, just live and die.
No emotions, just survive.
When I want I cannot cry.
Shameless my guilt I hide.

Are you gone already?
Did you enjoyed my passings by?
Day and night a silent ghost,
never we exchanged a word.

Chaotic shape my feet now draw,
in my life’s map a dot is missing.
Soon they’ll settle to a pattern new…
Why when I want tears are dry?

Why in apathy I feel alright?…