What is it you will do with your life now?
I have no answers to these questions
Where am I going?
And what will I do with my life now?
Where is a relative space in time
What means nothing to me
Where did you go?
What are you doing?
Those are the answers that I want
I feel the cold it chills me
I have my dreams and my desires
Where is not important and what I do is less
Where is on a beach watching the waves come upon the shore
I miss what you were doing and regardless of me
Where are you?
What is it you do now without me?
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A nice way to pose this question, which mutates through to the end and the essence of it.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is quite poignant. The speaker can't answer because she's still asking questions about someone else instead. The absence of any answers matches the absence of the beloved. (This poem reminds me of the "ubi sunt" tradition of poems which ask, "Where are all the great ones who are now dead or missing?")
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