Out there

I used to be one by a name,
but I don’t remember it now,
it was
something left behind me
and I can’t decide on how it
happened to me
but I live with what is left of me.

What if there had to be
what if there was
what if becoming
becomes what’s because?

Sometimes
It’s good not to know,
it’s good just to go on
with the show.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.