What is this Life

Nobody Knows It But Me
by Patrick O'Leary

 

There's a place that I travel
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it
but me.

The roads don't go there
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it
but me.

It's far far away
And way way afar
It's over the moon
and the sea.

And wherever you're going
That's wherever you are
And nobody knows it
but me.

~via the TAT Forum issue, issue July 2010, more info about the poem and its author.