This is what I am: uniting strangeness with strangeness
And you, my soul - are you a song?
Are you a poem I forgot? A home for the homeless?

I remember little, I must confess
Though I know my journey was long
This is what I am: uniting strangeness with strangeness

Where did I come from? My memories - suppressed
My future, here to belong
Are you a poem I forgot? A home for the homeless?

What fate held for me shall recess
And hope's cruel plans will move along
This is what I am: uniting strangeness with strangeness

Future's clean slate, my egress
My compass my conscience, my sense of right and wrong
Are you a poem I forgot? A home for the homeless?

I've destiny to give the slip! Fate to transgress!
I must lose myself in the throng
This is what I am: uniting strangeness with strangeness
Are you a poem I forgot? A home for the homeless?

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Aeguary, in the year 645 AF.