HOPELESS

the click and the grind against my life and my time,
another year added to the line a turn round the sun.
holding hands and a gun i hear what i told you, be told to me,
a sweet kiss is blessed on my cold broken nights.
i need a siren to sing a song.
one foot in the grave, the other in sturdy shoes,
and though the concrete cracks i still call this my home.
my broken wrist watch is right two times a day,
i can't say that for anything else.
i build my castles big to see from space,
i find myself looking up with no-one to see.
there's no fierce beast or fate to predict,
i am a street knight alone in the night.
i stumble the steps losing my feet.

i am nowhere.