I've forgotten myself yet again,
I've made myself hard to find,
I've hopped aboard a different train,
And left myself behind.
Now I trawl my memories up and down,
Searching for my colour, my stamp,
But for every month and in every town,
There moved a different man.
I wished a question and a puzzle to be,
To all those whom I met,
But now a question and a puzzle I am to me,
I realized this when...I forget.
I pounce on this and seize on that,
And of these things form a shape,
But there's no rest or peace to be had,
In my ill-fitting, guesswork drape.
I see that people's lives are baskets which,
They stock up from bottom to top,
My zigs and zags have made a hole,
From which everything did drop.
Now I'm a self-forgotten, unsteady man,
At least now that can't change,
Or can it? - it can't! - or perhaps it can
I feel - I feel so strange.
O friends! you say you know me well,
You can tell when I am near,
You hide the food behind the fridge,
And stow away the beer.
You know my essence, my quiddity,
Help piece me together once more,
Let me not an unmanned frigate be,
Drifting from bank to bank, shore to shore.