All day working
Trying is tiring
That means nothing
To the ceiling
Foundation and wiring

Born on a whim
Whatever happened?
Street signs confuse
But that's by design

From the windows
At the point of intrusion

It can make a real difference
If his head comes out
In the right direction
In the middle of the intersection

And then he goes back in bleeding
To where he began reading

It's his job description