I’ve become aware I am nobody
If I had any fame, it is lost
If I was milk, I’d be spilt
If I were a rose, I’d be dried.
I am not who I’ve thought I am;
A lone wolf howls in moon’s light,
A whisper shadows unseeing,
A blueprint is missing pages.
I do not walk alone
For I am followed and met by wind,
My heart beats beside me and within,
And my eyes fall on friends I don’t know.