And then, the ramble

time goes by ever so slowly

yet the memories remain

of moments of pain, and those of vain

gestating in the mind, roosting

a crowd this is, and yet it ain't

the lonely shepherd on the hill

he sees them sun rises and sunsets

a reason for envy for many

but still the need, the want to belong

trudging the paths all day long

and yet retracing the steps

back home at the end of the day

the want for a change

the desperate need to move on

stuck in a time warp

and then the chains

the rare moments of vulnerability

the bane of my existence

looks are deceptive, chinks aplenty

to err is human, I'm human too!