In this world

In this world

I live outside
the pace
of modern time
hands moving slowly
on the clockface
of my days
as i slip and slide
creep and crawl
stagger and zigzag
across distances
travelled in hours
by others

travelled in hours
out there
checked
approved

not inside
spaces
reserved for fruit
food and wares
places
beyond hours

i live inside my head
alone now
lost my tongue
cat must have got it
or maybe i left it with
those other words
in another place
my vocabulary shrinking
as i am shunted
moved and hunted
from there to here to there

i live away from measures
provisions
professions
dreams and hope
all the reasons why

i live outside
i live
Will I?