When was life ever truly ours?
When are we ever what we are?
When I am
I am another,
My acts are more mine
When they are the acts of others,
In order to be
I must be another,
Leave myself,
Search for myself in the others,
The others that don't exist
If i don't exist,
The others that give me
Total existence,
I follow my raving, rooms, streets,
I grope my way through corridors of time,
I climb and descend its stairs,
I touch its walls and do not move,
I go back to where I began,
I search for your face,
I walk through the streets of myself
Under an ageless sun,
And by my side
You walk like a tree,
You walk like a river,
And talk to me like the song
Of a nymph.
ANOTHER YOU