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! .
Sometimes the most insignificant moments of life, no matter how different they are, call out to one another, and we feel we must have been there before.
