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Who knows where my feet are wandering?

Where the end of my path?

My feet have a life of their own

But they tell me nothing


What is in the luggage that I carry on my journey?

Why cannot I seem to look at it?

All I know it is on my back

And I can feel its weight


I have no memory of setting out on this trip

I am tired and hungry and lonely

My parents’ home is far away

Lost in the distance back yonder


I am here

In this silent world

I am here

And I have no words




The young blackbird

Dream of...

I remember...

When a door opens