To this day Testo

I' waiting for the bus to come

I'm lying on a bench

Thinking of a book I read

And wonderin gwhat it meant


I hear footsteps coming closer

It's an ordinary man

He comes up to me, shakes my hand

And asks me who I am



I'm paralysed, I can't talk or move

What could I say

And before I have the chance to think

I tell this man my name


He smiles and looks away

But I still don't know the answer to this day