Soul ' s A Vagabond

I stare for hours at the partition
Opposite my bed, at the apparition
Everyone misses which
I notice that minor glitch


I stop at the teeming boulevard
And the forlorn graveyard
As if for a rendezvous
With, no one knows who


I pretend a purpose
To obviate its loss
I walk at a nameless goal
That pines for shape & soul


I call on my pal's place
Hoping to meet solace
I forge a frolic so lame
Hoping to stick to the game


Its a lie I've long lived with
They know who know its a myth
The veneer may look strong
Inside, the soul's a vagabond