In an ever-changing world,

tumultuous and confusing.

Where nothing adds up and everything sinks down,

they drift by like clouds longing.

They feel lost among the crowds.

lost within themselves

tumbling through time

They long for something.

They have none of it so they seize it where they can,

trying to center themselves when nothing seems to go their way.

In a period of in-between,

tortuous and shifting.

Where nothing seems to stay the same,

they try to find what they are lacking.

They run amuck

and run aground

and run around in circles

They drop behind

And drop below

And drop beneath the shadows

Until

Somehow, somewhere, someway, sometime,

they finally find what they try so hard to mime.