I lent my name to a well dressed man
Since then I no longer remember, exactly, who I am.
I used to know just who I was, but lately, I’m never sure.
Since I lent my name to that well dressed man,
Strange things have begun to occur.
When I answer my phone or open my mail, It’s never a message for me.
But just a mysterious statement, for the person I used to be.
When I look in a mirror I see a strange face.
It’s a riddle I cannot unfold.
The well dressed man holds the answer.
But the answer will never be told.
Jay Olson 2010
