Irony strikes first:
You’d laugh if you only knew
The person I am.
Supposing that I–
A reborn soul becoming
Unfamiliar–
Learned to love again,
What would I do with something
Entrenched in my past?
The present cries out;
The past is kept in boxes;
The future is mute.
To question myself–
To ensure that I remain–
Is a test of strength.
I find comfort here,
In the house of my old friends,
Far away from home,
Silent and tranquil.
“What happens next?” asks the fool.
No one ever knows.