The further I go 
and the longer I 
walk down this path 
the less I recognize 
until I too realize 
that I’m a stranger 
to this my life 
and all the others 
too are just strangers 
to this mine as
well as to theirs 
and that just maybe 
this is what is
meant to be infinity

I’m not rich
I’m actually poor 
but I’m happy 
which makes me 
one of the 
wealthiest guys around 

I guess I 
say what isn’t 
sometimes it floats 
others it dives
but speaking is
just its launch
and hearing well 
that its sky

Coffee’s still hot 
bed still warm 
both things waiting 
my little castle 
built up high
away from others 
oh I’ve tried 
their ways below 
but finally understood 
that all those 
don’t have ears
but all I
know is words 

Lost I guess 
set to sea
nothing terrible just 
paddling about the 
harbor in dingy
looking at sights
seeing some fish 
hearing the quacks 
then back to
shore I go
I guess wanderers 
will always wander 
if not far
then frequently near