I walk across the world, but I don't know where I'm going

I see a different place every time

random bacon lines the streets
and turn the lights all gooey

when I wake up
I'm still tired
so I turn the chair around

where I was I'm very unsure
my hands are sore
and dirty

the trees look down on me
but I've done nothing wrong
I'm sure of it

just wait until tomorrow I tell myself
and close my other lid