Misplaced

Irresistibly superficial my life thus far has been Forever in a halo my years seem to loop end on end Everywhere I turn I face a red brick divide. Everything I do turns to dust, grime and powder Lost is my freedom as it breathes one last breath Sanity I fear is not far behind and what then I ask? Orphaned from reason my future is misplaced Life, my life seems ill-equipped to last the passage Options seem few and far in-between to me! Slowly the fear swells for I know my future name Tramp will be my vocation… and I see no way out.