Nowhere Man

Nowhere man sitting anywhere

everywhere in the markets, on the

streets, in factories, dancing in clubs,

or, was it all a dream, memories, scars,

photographs, same old stories, did it 

happen and does any of it matter?

Perhaps if we could grok the complexity 

of the quantum matrix we’d have 

an answer.

Karma is a real thing and manifests 

over lifetimes, not that I can prove that.

Maybe I’ll find a joint and forget about

the whole thing, be nowhere again.

But, just then, my amiga, my friend,

appeared with a joint as if by perfect magic,

starting the thinking all over again,

which is how I got nowhere in the first place.