Do you know where you are?

I ask
With each departure from slumber

It is not a question that should suddenly arise
within my current position in life
But
one which I have often posed to myself

Perhaps within the familiarity of home
it would have been disguised as another
What did you do
What are you doing

What will you do

Too often do I take for granted this familiarity
But do not mistake me for it is not home that I miss
But the familiarity that comes with home
In what sense though
After these couple of months
Familiarity should have been established no

As much as I know my surroundings
As much as I am able to know where I am going
The ability to identify is another
This glamour without substance
This systematic order
Is all too familiar but yet foreign

There is no lack of fondness mind you
The ability to appreciate something new with each day
Is an ability which I hold dear
Walking through the narrow streets of old
Lit by the fluorescents that line the roads
Snowfall amplified by the light from the front of stores

I guess the only way to truly know where one stands
Is to depart into something unknown
Only then might you know where you were

But then how do you find out where you are

The Girl without a Heart

Dear Girl without a Heart

How unreal it must be
to be non-biologically complete
In place of beats you have ‘ticks’
like a robot manufactured by sony

How does it feel in an electronic store
Do the appliances favour you more
How does it feel when your computer breaks down
Will the sorrow be too grievous
But then again
you probably could not even frown

Dear Girl without a Heart
What drives you might I ask
Do dreams even matter
Or would you just need a jump start