In the middle of a cold December
He tried to remember
His name
But every time he thought he had it
It slipped out his skull
Like smoke
He could see it
But when he tried to grab it
It faded away
With no name
But a body
He was sure he was somebody
He just didn’t know who
He had to be somebody
Whenever he imagined what he was
A firefighter
A pilot
A lawyer
A teacher
His stomach sank
With no money in the bank
And holes in his shoes
He was lost
Lost without a name
A zombie without an identity
A dream
Of another life
Haunts him at night
A life where he wasn’t afraid of the fight
But whenever he woke in the morning
He couldn’t remember the dream
He didn’t know what his life means
He sucked in air
And walked forward
He ate food
And slept a lot
He got a job
But it ate his seconds
And he thought that our seconds probably shouldn’t be wasted
Not even for money
Or for fame
No
All someone needs
Is a name
And a direction
A motivation
One that is pure
We don’t need greed disguised as passion
He knew a few of life’s lessons
He saw other people's blessings
But with no name stapled to his soul
Everything felt unknown
Every moment
He felt alone
Every ache
Was for a home
With no name
He grew old
Simply rolling through life
Like a stone
The man with no name
Tried to remember
Who he was
But it was too cold
And December
Never came to an end
So created an image of who he wanted to be
And played pretend.
CH 1/25/25
Comments