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.

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