Each step is in sequence and the destination unknown
We wait for a ticket to start the climb
It is a lottery and the prize is freedom
from all
Looking ahead and nobody known
looking down, and you are not there
Is this cruel sequence decided long ago?
Did I have to wait for you to go before I could?
Or are you simply out of my sight now
Waiting for the way out?
Finally, my turn has come
But I can not remember my name
I fumble through pockets but I have nothing to show
No passport, no hair, no spectacles
No face
A blue light scans my presence and a door opens on the
left, or it may be the right,
hard to tell when there is no ceiling or floor
there is a bin to leave my opinions, my ideas and my small footprints
as I walked through life I had dreams at night
Those are recycled too along with all the pages I read
All the conversations I had, all the tears and the thing that once mattered
And now I am alone without my thought
Given a star to keep
And you may look up and see it
and think of me once more
Or you may shine somewhere else
in this vastness, this stretch of space