I remembered and I
Now wanted to know why
I buried my memory,
What was it that I wanted,
Was it.....
To be a man without words.

It must have been
An escape
From something that was dead
already, or
Something devoid of love,
It must have been something
That I was afraid of.

The mind talked,
And it had to listen,
About past, and how
Can one be born again,
After life had drained out of me.

The thoughts now had to be
followed through,
They couldn't be fought,
They had ended a long time ago.

It felt as if I have
found my way home,
Although alone,
Sleep would come easy,
As would a walk,
If I decided to walk someday back
To what I escaped from.