Lost (Where is Home?)
The past, the present and the future are always changing,
There’s nothing in this world that stays unchanged.
What we remember, where we are and what we might become
Are like shifting clouds no people see the same.
So do not ask me where I think I am going,
And do not ask me where I think I have been.
Don’t enquire how I think I might be feeling,
I don’t and can’t know even who I am.
But take me as you find me if you find me,
Or leave me as you’d leave me if you leave,
Or stay with me cloud gazing for a moment,
As pointless as we both know that must be.
For there isn’t a point that anyone can fix on
And scarce little that anyone agrees:
We are chaos, drawn through chaos into chaos
And in it we must each find our own peace.