How did I get here? A question danced
around until I’m goin’ in circles, swimmin’
in the past and running from today –
not about to stop for this stranger.
He doesn’t know it’s too late,
his voice coming in from some faraway land.
I lived in that world once –
in another lifetime.
The seasons stretched into years where I’m sittin’,
with Fall the longest so far.
How long has it been?
I’m losin’ track.
And now this stranger askin’ too many questions
when I’m nobody’s business,
his uniform a blue stain scrambled by the haze –
suiting me fine.
I just wanna open the door
and shrink back to obscurity.
My head the only place left to hide
from his questions – eyes frowning in concern?
Will he buy my promises even if I can’t?
How did I even end up here?
The mirror showing me the mess
I’ve become for the first time.