Have you ever drifted for so long
You cannot return
did you ever keep moving on
so there is no place to belong
Never fitting in
Not knowing your name
Not making the correct rules, moves
to enter the game
encapsulated within
grey walls
making motions
moving emotions
to capture the fall
Have you ever run so far
you can't find your way home
have you ever introverted so much
You can never be at ease
This idling discontentment
This great unrest
This lack of contentment
This effectless address.
December 1991
Broadstairs Harbour
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