Was I once a handsome, young poet
in love with many things?
Perhaps that might have been…
Was I once a carefree explorer
enjoying many discoveries?
Now that seems like a dream…
Was I once passionate lover
regarding my partner as a marvelous mystery?
Perhaps, but now that surreal seems!
After hours & hours of television,
& many decades of work,
I can't remember who I was:
all former certainties have unraveled
& the notion of a unified identity seems berserk.
Who am I?
Please forgive the lack of a clear reply.
However numerous facts suggest
I'm a zombie who has already died.
