Who Am I 2©
I sit on the park bench
Watching the world pass by
It feels like I have been here a while
I do not know where home is
Nor what my name is
Somewhere out there someone loves me, I think
Be it a spouse, a sibling, a child or grandchild
Yet I am not sure
So I wait,
For what I am not fully aware
Could it possibly be to take some medication
That will clear the fog away
Or possibly needed to save my life
Maybe…or maybe not
Someplace deep inside the recesses of my mind
I hear these words
“Stay where you are, we will find you”
And so I wait
Andreas Simic©
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Who Am I 2©
I sit on the park bench
Watching the world pass by
It feels like I have been here a while
I do not know where home is
Nor what my name is
Somewhere out there someone loves me, I think
Be it a spouse, a sibling, a child or grandchild
Yet I am not sure
So I wait,
For what I am not fully aware
Could it possibly be to take some medication
That will clear the fog away
Or possibly needed to save my life
Maybe…or maybe not
Someplace deep inside the recesses of my mind
I hear these words
“Stay where you are, we will find you”
And so I wait
Andreas Simic©
