On A Stroll Poem by Anthony J. O.

Like walking the streets at night,
Headlights in the distance.
Nobody sees you
Or so it seems.
We all have our motives
But me I’m just a bystander,
Watching those that watch nothing.
Sinners and saints -
The good folks are leaving.
Get on a bus; it’s time to go home.
But isn’t time just a shackle?
And is this not a dungeon
Or am I doing something wrong?
Reconcile with fate,
Prodigal son and companion.
I feel lost so I have no choice
But to keep moving.
Keep searching in spite of my apathy.
Bound to break -
But maybe not without breaking free one day.
Silence returns. I hope it’s not here to stay.