The passport photo <br />scowled back <br /> <br />refusing to believe <br />that it was me. <br /> <br />It was happy to be me <br />back then when <br /> <br />nothing had gone <br />wrong <br /> <br />And the future that <br />awaited it <br /> <br />hadn’t yet <br />occurred. <br /> <br />I wasn’t myself <br />no more <br /> <br />or at least <br />not the self-same self <br /> <br />that the passport <br />swore <br /> <br />was <br />none other <br />than <br />me. <br /> <br />The eyes had gotten colder. <br /> <br />The mind has lost its colour. <br /> <br />Could only think <br />in B & W <br /> <br />My heart had nothing <br />to declare. <br /> <br />My soul <br />had crossed the border <br /> <br />And I was in the middle of <br />Nowhere <br /> <br />…yet again.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-the-border-for-scarlett/
