Sunday, January 30, 2011

Where Are You From?

Once on a plane
Going somewhere
Some might consider exotic
A man asked me question
I'd heard once before

I didn't answer
He said that he knew
Like a snake he smiled
And began to describe
A picture of life he thought was mine

With one ear I listened
The other explored
The sounds that surrounded
Few words were familiar
But could not be ignored

I imagined their meaning
And pondered their place
As the man kept on talking
Deciding my fate
Describing my dreams with passionate hate

Then around me the words
I couldn't make clear
Came into focus
But were not what I knew
Imagination became my own indignation

With tears in my eyes
I turned to the man
I could still hear him talking
Inside of my head
Foretelling with detail my life and my death

But before I could look
I already knew
His voice it had vanished
And shriveled away
Along with my knowledge of anyone here

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