Pavement Pacer

Pavement pacer
Why do you roam the streets
When you should be snuggle in,
Counting your sheep?
The shepherd took them, did he?

Is it because the monoliths look down on you?
They threaten
To come crashing, collapsing,
Striking you, snapping your spine?

Don't you have somewhere to return to?
As a prodigal son?
A prodigal husband?
A prodigal father?

Why do you walk now,
When the night is dark and at its coldest,
And the street-lamps' light artificial?
The ground here is hard coarse.

I want to know who you are,
What causes you to methodically
Put each foot down, and then repeat.
I want to know why you're staring at me
Passing through the street-lamps' sidewalked circles.