Woke up on streets
that don’t know my steps,
dressed in a life that’s not mine,
I’m bereft.
Checking the pockets of a borrowed fate,
no clues, just questions,
and a date that’s too late.
A name flashes on a screen,
it’s not who I am,
I follow the echoes,
but they fade like a scam.
Walking through a life
where shadows replace faces,
each reflection a jigsaw,
missing pieces, empty spaces.
Here in the unknown,
I’m a ghost in my skin,
lost in the story
of who I could have been.
No past to anchor,
no future in sight,
just the present, unwrapped,
in the fading city light.
Every alley whispers
a piece of my tale,
the wind carries laughter,
a distant wail.
I chase the fragments,
hoping they’ll lead
to a moment of truth,
to the root of my need.
Is this freedom, or is it fear?
Unmoored, unmarked, untethered clear.
In the mirror,
a stranger meets my stare,
in the silence,
the truth begins to tear.
I’ll piece together this puzzle so wild,
from the shadows,
reclaim the life of a child.
Till I find my way back,
or forge a new dawn,
in the heart of the unknown,
I will carry on.