his eyelids grow heavy with a fearse feeling of abandonment gazzing into the ever still sky never seeming to change a to often feeling comes over him wondering wat is to be and what has been the strong feeling of a traped animal in a cage is setting in freedom a warm feeling that once set his dreams to the limits of space have fallen hard into the earth blindness sets in as he falls back onto this make shift bed of fabric and metal and cardboard urning for a sense of forth coming does not blow in the wind to his nightmare he does sleep hoping for a fresh sight of beauty the warmth of a beating heart 