What\u2019s happened to me?
\nWhere am I at?
\nI am in the road
\nand no one remembers me.
\nThe signs tell me
\nnothing of where I am.
\nThey do not show me
\nthe way out of loneliness.
\nI do not know if it\u2019s morning or evening.
\nThe light has no direction.
\nThe moon hovers listlessly.<\/p>\n
All I can do is stop,
\nsit by the road,
\nwait for a stranger to pass,
\na child to run by,
\na woman to smile,
\nbecause I have lost my name,
\nmy memory,
\nthe book of my destiny.
\nI have just myself,
\nand the dust in my hand.
\nThe dust which never changes.
\nThe dust that creates roses.
\nThat keeps time in a glass,
\nthat bakes into bricks
\nand builds houses.<\/p>\n
Am I a stranded traveler?
\nA prodigal son?
\nDo the harvests wait for my labor?
\nDoes my mother call out
\nnot knowing my name?
\nHave I been born again,
\nor did I die in the ocean?
\nDid I die in the desert?
\nDid I pass on from a star
\nto the end of creation?
\nGod,
\nwhat\u2019s happened to me?
\nWhere am I at?
\nWill you come before night?
\nWill you find me in your dream?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What\u2019s happened to me? Where am I at? I am in the road and no one remembers me. The signs tell me nothing of where…<\/p>\n