Vagabond

I have been cursed with
vagabond eyes that never cease
in their immortal hunt to
satisfy insatiable curiosity,
eyes whose eternal
adversary is sleep.
Oh I have been cursed,
with a mind that runs too deep.
The enigmas sunken at the very
bottom have begun to slowly seep,
lately they have been drowning my dreams.
Soon my consciousness will spill and fill
the oceans and then I’ll have not a secret left to keep.
I will have divulged every morsel within me.
I have been star-crossed since the dawn of eternity.
I have been cursed with calves
that make unrealistic leaps.
Obsessed with excelling, I often
cannot keep up with my own two feet.
But under many moons, I have
learned how to kill time on the streets.
Did you know the sound of rain against
asphalt makes the loveliest of beats?
I have mastered dancing on stumps as
I wait calmly for the return of my feet.
I have learned that patience will always
bring me back to where I should be.
Though I am damned, I always
know exactly where my thoughts meet.