I’m in this body, lost.

I have a home, do I?

I want to go there, will I?

They say I’m there, who do?

You do.

They tell me names, lots

of photos in frames.

They stare at me

my family tree,

are they?

In my head I’m bossed

by dreams and thoughts.

Frustration builds.

Can’t get away -

can I?

So this is me, tossed

into my memories.

I know one thing -

I like to sing.

Will this be me now -

Somehow?