Unfamiliar

I travel up and down
unfamiliar roads hoping to know them.
I hope it happens fast like that.
I am feeling lost in this town
as my pants lose their hem
and the wind takes my hat.
The pathways seem
as familiar as my home
though they lead a different way.
The sun's glaring gleam
hardly lights for my roam
during this far too long day.
I look to the right
hoping to find a friend
but realize that these faces
disappear into the night
and seemingly to no end
as they retreat into their own little places.
A friend is much needed
yet so hard to find
in a place strangers are known to be unfriendly.
My heart begged and pleaded
to stay safe in its mind
and not leave the body's home as to be offending.
The alleys are dark
as now is the sky
while surrounded by beauty I can no longer see.
The completely stark
nature of this dry
and depressing land does not seem to be for me.
The setting that I left
for the setting that I see
does not seem to be my best decision,
yet even if cleft
is the current seen that lacks glee,
my choice to come here cannot disappear by history of revision.
I am here now
in a strange town
where I must stay lost
until I somehow,
either swim or drown,
can escape the nightmare that dearly cost.