My work is constant
Hands stretched thin but layers remain
Mouth like a cherry
Legs like a train

Won't come back until I know
I'm safe in stacks of moods my own
Small hairs attract

Locomotive listeners tap their feet
Just to bind the memory of a beat
Don't wanna forget but it's so discrete
No rhythm you find is mine or your's

Don't look at me like that again
Wish I could detect the pair of stares I see so often but
It's all a mush these days
And I'm in no rush to stay

Wobbling, finding a stranger rope
Straddling with self confidence
I've got on loan for the next two months

If you need to speak with me I'll be over there
Eating exotic fruit in the shadow of a cause neither lost nor found
It's nice and cool with this overwhelm beating down
Come sit with me and enjoy the air.