I asked the moon, and it asked me: “Where is it I’m supposed to be?”
“Well,” said the moon. “What do you need?” I said: “I need to feel like I’ve been freed.”
“Moon,” said I, “I just don’t know. Where it is my heart should go?” “Oh,” said the moon. “Then you should ask, where is it I left behind a task?”
“What is my task, I ask the moon?” The moon looked down and beamed at me: “That is for you alone to see.”
I think you leave a little piece of yourself wherever you go, wherever you live. And you take a piece of that place with you as you travel your life. You leave an indentation that says: “I was here.”
You cross water and pass through towns. A place must call out to you in some way, I think. Leave a little memory that calls you back. Wherever that place might be.
I look up at the moon, and see the stars. Beacons in the dark sky. Connect them, I think, and I might have a map.
Look within yourself, and some day you’ll see. Where it is you’re meant to be.