the travelling place

23 3 0
                                    

That is not me
That which you see over there
It's not me
And it's not someone else

For I am not there
I am here
Looking similar
To the one you recall

I'm sorry to say
That I am not me
Even that which you see,
Which you touch, is not me

The place where I live
The place that moves with me
That takes a place
On your passenger seat

It twists and turns
It grows and shrivels
It silently tells me
Of all that it feels

I don't know
What it is to be
I guess it's space
It's wind in space

empty linesWhere stories live. Discover now