I lost what I never had.
A title that is somewhere.
They say names define...
But I don't have one.
What is a name? I always ask.
No one can give an answer
I walk with a reason, I live with a reason.
Did I lose it?
Was it taken from me?
"I don't know" I answered to myself.
They say names are legacies; are proof of our very existence.
Does this mean I don't exist?
I wonder and ponder as I walk with a reason, as I search with a reason.
I will bet my life on it.
The name I look for is my reason to live; to breathe.
No one is born with a name.
You have to find it; you have to define it.