Walk into crowded places and be one of them - any them -

Go back to the same place until they expect our face

Salesgirls, bartenders, banktellers

All the public people

Counters that tick for anyone, everyone

You know the man who runs the corner shop

And the guard with no name who knows you by your floor

Give friendly strangers the liberties you give strange friends

From love to rugby to poetry, don't join the club

Don't decide, don't divide

Home is where the heart is and the heart is full of habit

Hum the schoolsongs that failed to teach you to love your country

Pack up your loneliness and shift it from place to place

Into the unknown

Voices at the other end of random phone numbers

Leave your eyes on in the dark

Stare back

Sleepwalk