In all the rooms with
darkened wallpaper,
By all the beds in
which I've ever slept,
in all the towns I
couldn't settle down in,
To this day no
inhabitant knows my name.
A flock of goats is
wandering on the mountain;
by people and by oceans
leads a track.
A greater homeless one
has led me past them;
I am a child of strange
and alien planets.
