sometimes I forget my name
in the thrust of the wind
and thirst of the mind,
I am hanging along the lines
of identities, in crisis of
life, in need of a clarity
.
sometimes I forget my name
to find me on streets, walking
as if I am aware where they go
they do not end by my
illusion of identity, in haze of
the light, in worlds unreal
.
sometimes I forget my name
when I explore on the map-
a dimension where I could
find the portal to bring me
back, I am a solid mass in
weightless sky, in words untrue
.
sometimes I forget my name
because I have embraced so much
that is beyond me, I fly above
ground, while my tethers are
still rooted within the soil, in
need of me to come back to me
.
sometimes I forget my name
and I think that is alright
as long as I do not rule myself
out of me, as long as I am there
to see, to feel, to touch, in lands
of this reality, I may still find me
.
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