I guess I don’t really know
if I was born of stardust
or crafted by careful hands
I know I came from my mother
maybe that’s enough.
I don’t really know where my soul is
the head, the heart. maybe in my hands
or quick moving tongue.
perhaps it’s high above, instructing my body
calling the shots.
I don’t really know where it comes from
from the intrinsic me
from chemical malfunction
I swallow the pills
hoping for proper function.
I guess I don’t really know where I’m going
I follow my feet (they’re always pulling ahead)
and I listen.
I let go of my maps long ago
and I hope this wandering is worth it.