Where Will I End Up?
I see a boy while walking down the street.
An ordinary road, I see.
Sort of an ordinary boy, I meet.
He wants help from me.
I help him get home.
That’s how I stand.
Now, I am doomed to roam.
Where is this land?
I see a man while walking down the lane.
An ordinary lane, I view.
Sort of an ordinary man, somewhat sane.
I ask: “can I help you”?
I help him find his place.
Once again, I’m trapped in an unknown space.