Walking Home

I’ve a mind so full
I slosh when I walk.
I spill sadness.
Tears run from my eyes, my ears.
What was it I was doing?
Who am I, again?

I’m tired of the promise of more,
and how it always makes me 
feel less. 
How much can one possibly need?
I’m tired. 

Too much of everything
and none of it worth
what I gave
or gave up on 
to have it. 

When did this happen?
When did they build it,
and how did they know
we would come
and pay so much?

The bank is closed,
the shopfront broken,
no returns accepted.
Keep walking,
walk fast now,
walk home.