Nomad
You were like 2am rides on the subway.
There were a lot of potential stops-But you just kept moving to the hum of the rails...
Changing graffiti mesmerized you as you got lost in your own thinking-I wonder if you ever knew what you were imagining...
Then again, nothing could ever beat the comfort of being alone,
And finding solace after grief-stricken encounters.
But you were always open to another's company,
You longed for the warmth that came from being next to someone-Who wasn't tainted with a cold
Heart like how you had been tainted.
Painted over and over--you were like a dirty canvas
Tossed in the back of an artist's workshop--he never could get the colors right...
So there you stood somewhere between
Being lost on 42nd and looking down Broadway.
You had a full repertoire and an ass to match, but you were
Just another face among the thousands that pass you in a 2 block radius.
Even if you didn't have a place to call home-You had hope that someone would be welcoming...
Signature MiMi (Michelle Tarshus)