Living on Empty

[Delta40]

I emptied out
Like stagnant water
On the side of the road

Residue left behind
To fill anew
Another time passing

So move shell, move!
Go into the crowd
Surge along through no effort
Of your own
Look like you’re living

Well, you see I am
Even with gloves off
I don’t change
A voice will tell the mind

We all have stuff
Bags have different designs
Weights and sizes
They shape my shoulders
At the end of a lifetime

A dozen ‘shoulds’ per minute
Collapses in on itself
On ten ‘musts’ a second
As I keep still
And look out at the world
Through grubby windows