I started this not really sure of I should carry it on nor where it's heading. A bit like the lead character in it so I posted it up to show how I start a lot of things with a rouge idea or image and as I'm terrible at finishing them see if its worth finishing or if anyone has any ideas or wants to finish it.....

Wearing a ragged coat he wonders the streets of the city. Walking softly along them he's alone even in the rush he is alone. He holds the edge of the pavement as he walks along as if he were on a tightrope. Locked in a dream he's wandering  the seams of his mind he mumbles the same unintelligible mantra over and over.  He carries his worldly belongings in  a backpack slung over one shoulder, It's dirty red hue looks like an open wound next to his dark coat. He is incongruous in the cityscape, unwashed and unclean with his ragged beard torn and soiled clothes. Like something old, something forgotten in something new. He is not the only wanderer there are others, they are treated like weeds invading a garden path in this utopia. They are the shattered ones broken in the creation of this new world. The orderly folk steer away from him, some do not even see him sometimes yet he feels their eyes burning in to him encumbering him with sympathy or hate.  Overburdened by the stairs he stops bring his head up and clearly utters his mantra

'You can never tell if they are angels or hyenas. People feed you people eat you. Can't, I can't.'

 He falls silent as his head slumps back before leaning  forward and walking on