Like you, I do not exist either

Not here, though
The thought of it will come again

But hear ye,
The next life is waiting, it awaits
With empty bags on an undocked ship
And a fistful of longing,

Asks:

After how many voyages
Will the foreigner
Go without luggage
Before help could come,

In how many places
Has my friend
Wandered aimlessly
Before life could find him.

Says:

Like you, I did not exist either
Not here, though
The want of it might return.

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