soaking in the world...
saturated by its matter...
puzzled by its means...
world replaces soul...
becoming what you possess...
displaces who you are...
time passes as you try to grip what you can...
at that same time...
leaving remains of empirical matter...
emptying the metaphysical hands of your mind
to get back what you had somehow left behind...
your youth
where?
when?
why have you left this child?
I don't know where.
I don't know when.
I don't know why.
