Conscience has a vacancy
A window with a view unseen,
A mattress with no body
A sleep without a dream.
Is that the empty room
My wondering has been seeking,
The shelter that will let these words
Become somebody speaking?
Is there a song that hides
A melody in shrouds,
Afraid that distant nothing
Will say she sings too loud?
Across the street unknown
It could be half a world away,
Is there another wanderer
Who seeks the things I say?
