Time Has Runaway

       [He comes] clean shaven into the world,
       [His] head seems flat
       Losing and finding himself endlessly,
       Inexperienced.
       On the front steps of a red roofed house,
       A man sits.
       Becoming lost is made all the easier
       He is over taken... time has runaway with him.
       Childhood car rides.
       Childhood years of being locked in domestic grief.
       He turns part way around
       and recognizes [his]
               Identity