If I was ever really there,
In form I suppose,
I mean, think about this reality,
What if yesterday,
You hadn’t really taken the time,
To understand the logic of forgotten …
I do recall her though,
In my every walk, every moment,
I remember in a constant state of angst,
I wanted to leave, and yet,
How could I depart this fantasy,
I mean, I was traveling Germany.
Well, to be truthful,
There were many other states
Along the way,
But I always fell back on the obligation,
To understand the purpose of our travel.
I have journals scattered through time,
They contain the truths of my reality,
That fear I might have occurred might
Actually be recorded on that very same day,
Unless of course I fabricated the whole affair,
I worry about that sometimes too.
I wonder sometimes about Germany,
If there is a truth in recalling such a fantasy.