Which way is home, I seem to be lost
Is it back here, over there, it appears I am tossed

Is it right or left, I can't seem to recall
Up street or down, do I walk, run or crawl

What's the matter with me, I seem so confused
Did I fall down the stairs, if so am I bruised

Which way is home, is all that I need
Can you fill me in, and let me proceed

Have I been here before, if so where is this
Will I go somewhere else, do you think I am missed

How will I get there, do I know how to drive
I don't think I care, as long as I arrive.

I know what this is, I figured it out
It's a dream, it's a dream, without any doubt.

Is it true, please tell me, am I really asleep
No I'm not, ***, these feelings are so deep....

Have long have I been here, will I ever return
I don't think I know you
who are you, Who Are You
WHO ARE YOU????

Brian Hill - 2019#67
What is this poem really about to you, the readers?