I fall into a thorn bush
As my map flies
From my hands.
…What state am I in???
            They’ve trained you, soldier:
            Look around,
            Take stock.
            Are you bleeding?
            Does it matter?
      Grab your things
And get up.

I walk into a Walmart
As my memory slips
Through my hands.
…What state am I in???
            You've moved again, brother:
            Look around,
            Take stock.
            Are you crying?
            Does it matter?
      Grab your heart
And get up!                                                     .