My name is nobody

My name is nobody.
Just another shell
wondering around
the street's, passing
other shells.
The motion is constant.
Never stopping.
Not even for a moment.
Forward and onward.
In motion.
Only in the mind can we
truly look back.
Embracing a feeling that had some meaning,
but is struggled to remember why sometimes.
Reality come's rushing towards you, forcing the memories away.
Making now important somehow.
But then you re-enter
another world between
that where you fill
your mind with
endless questions.
Asking others shell's for
answer's, but ended with
more questions.
Keeping the motion going.
Yet still you remain
nobody in an ocean of
shells.


March23/04