Naked Vagrant

With the innocence of a new born baby
The naked vagrant wanders through me
Like a mental nomad, never finding sense
The basics of nature flow through it
Unfortunately, it finds no solace inside me
Instead, a screaming tenant holds the key to me
Crying through mental pain, mental anguish
Sometimes I wish I were always the vagrant
Mostly glad I’m not
To recognise the differences, places you in a better position
To try to understand, takes an eternity of thought
Yin –Yang
Yin – The Feminine – Dark and brooding
Yang – The masculine – The vagrant