Lazily I wander around the busy streets
Staring in the eye the man with no feet
I understand that I’m not the only one
With the last of my kind waved goodbye long ago
Perhaps I’ll meet again
With the uninterrupted bastards of the sea
The regular people
Dangling with toes getting cold
Legs running out of peace and happiness
Mind settling into my eyes of change
Distraction falling into the bottle
Memories flashing into the eye
And I, with my hands of change
Wander further into the day