I swept through the streets without notice Impatient as the wind when the year begins to die Wandered the Exterior for love and connection Found the indifference of Outside And when I passed through crowds The insight revealed with a crushing blow That I am inferior, a vagabond Forever isolate, an island, alone Autumn passed without notice Feel the impatience of the wind as the year begins to die Old windows rattle A light from the street splays along your closed eyes And when the Night finds you asleep in my arms The insight was always revealed though reluctantly known That I am inferior, a vagabond Forever isolate, an island, alone I’ve become as the Star Surrounded by Life when viewed from afar But, in reality, light years dead And equally distant from my peers instead