Lost in the Ocean

Lost in time,
Lost in life,
Life on the street is to be lost on an ocean of timelessness;
Everything is amplified but nothing matters-
The crushing long drawn out shriek of the waves will never cease.
Alone.
Cast adrift,
The isolation of it all is a callous cold void:
The surrounding familiar humdrum sounds desolutely echo- like the sounds of the sea.

The sounds of a city, the sounds of ordinary life,
So near at hand,
But so far removed to the down and out;
He can be no more part of it than he can be a fish in the ocean,
A fish on dry land but a man at sea.

The abject aloneness of this position hollows out the head.
The echo, the echo!
So many ethos!
Wave upon slow monotonous wave one after the other, on and on and on they grind,
No spirit can survive a barrage like this.

Subsumed by the ocean,
The ocean of timelessness: contains all that is lost in your head:
All the long lost understanding and love, the child within still wants but never had;
It is there, but however can it be had in an ocean so deep, so vast and so incomprehensibly immense?
…..But those deadly echoes are enough to lure you in search of it- surely they contain life’s secret…..??

Nature devours you until your rump muted, hollowed out spirit may finally return to be smothered by the earth;
Each wave a rehearsal for this.
Oh eternal peace!
Oh eternal rest!
If only!
But there is no where else to go-  the street carries me away to where I must go.