| From PS-Magazine.com Poetry Out of Time, Out of Place, A Poem by Daniel Watts By Daniel Watts May 19, 2006, 13:25 I don’t know where I am any more, I know things that others don’t, I feel things that others can't And yet its not part of this time or this place. Who am I? Where am I? What am I? ? How old am I. The finer things in life of a past never known, All seem real to me But yet I know I have never known them before, The touch of silk, The fragrance of the past All haunt me like deja vu Who am I? Where am I? Why do I feel so out of place? Why do I feel so out of time? I close my eyes and know I close my eyes and see But when I open them All have gone Why am I so out of time?
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