in any direction

you try to remember
where you live,
but it's unclear.
they ask you who
you are, what your
name is, but you
don't know anymore.
and it doesn't seem
to matter.
you are not lost,
you are just here.
they stand you up
and check you for
a wallet, for id,
but you have none.
there is a picture
of a small child
in your pocket, and
a woman who looks
beautiful in a white
dress. they ask you
about them, but you
have no answer. you
have no money.
you've been walking
for hours, maybe
days. your shoes
are worn out, your
pants are torn
at the knees. your
hands though are
clean, they are
the hands of an
innocent man, so
they don't take you
in. they shine a
light into your eyes
and see nothing.
they dust you
off and tell you
to be careful, to
watch where you are
going. you have
broken no laws,
and so they leave
you to yourself.
to go in any
direction. which is
how this started.