I have been here so long
My name has been misplaced and forgotten
In the timeless style of discarding the past for a semi- better future
If it exists in the same micro cosmos, in which it does not, at least that is my understanding
Of co-existing in this world
Giving up before you even contemplated the game
Watching them interact, watching them phase in and out of life, nothing eyes
Of the future –steel heart made of glass
I ask the saints my name they looked at me with anger and distain
That bothered me, long after the saints left and collected the dues of religious favor
“I bowered a soul “is what the blind man said to me, I asked, the man whose eyes left before he could define what color the world is why?
He stared at me with such a look of bemusement and simply replied “because someone left it behind
I wondered for a brief moment if it was mine since in the same fashion I left my name someplace
As if he picked that thought out of my head, “this is not your soul; it belongs to a man who gave up everything to feel nothing
The man left so as not to begin again
My feet take me to a church – of sorts
Dressed up like a palace gold and silver adornments statues of religious icons
As the desuetude wait outside, with still that nothing
A man dressed in a suit holds a black book
Pray onto his name, bring him into your heart let him know your suffering, you’re hungry
You have no homes to go back to
Reach up touch the gold feet of your savior; let him feed your soul
They are weakened, hands pray until blood encases their palms and eyes from crying knees bruised from kneeling
As the used car sales man told them to do
He looks at me, I am an intruder here
He calls out brother will you take him into you, will you know his light
Say it unto him; I say nothing. I feel whatever I say would not be right only my silence holds more than words
I left the church of not my problems trying to find my name, for a brief moment I feel it has been taken, but that feeling has passed
Again I walk until I get to where I am going
Carrie Ann kawa 3/2006
its called walking man i found it on yahoo in a way it fits 
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