I wasn’t looking for anything
For I was blinded by my own tears,
And so when life passed by in a carriage
I just knelt down to pray.
I brought my hands together
and looked up but could not see
For there were still residue from my past
At the corner of my eyes.
I looked down trying to remember again
The words I had been taught
The words I so gaily recited in front of an idol
Every festival and sundays and holidays
With vermilion marking a sun on my forehead.
I still have the red on my face
But I can’t say if it’s blood or just color
And I can’t remember words.
So I just sit down on the pavement,
Silent, forsaken and distorted.
They say you live with your own thoughts.
I have none, because I don’t remember the words.