We Do Not Go: We Are (Poem)

in the night hours where do we return

for that is the time, that is always the time

when we begin and cease our wandering

there when we find our forced rest

nowhere to go nothing to do

where are we in the mirror stare

and who gazes back at us

are we our body yes are we our mind yes

are we whoever knows this yes

and what does this mean when we go away again

we the constant reinventors of ourselves

yes yes yes but and

does this matter at all no

in the end we are not we are they are not anything are everything

we always return home

we are only home