THE ALBUM

I knew this air before.

But not with these lungs.

I knew these lights before.

But not with these eyes.

I did not come back.

I arrived as someone else.

The floor remembers footsteps

that no longer belong to me.

The glass reflects a face

I had to become carefully.

There were names in the distance,

old doors in the rain.

I carried no answers,

only proof I survived the change.

Do not ask where I was.

Some places never explain.

Do not call me by yesterday.

I do not turn to that name.

I arrived as someone else,

under lights that knew me before.

The streets kept all my shadows,

but I don't live there anymore.

I arrived as someone else,

with the silence I carried through.

I did not come back broken.

I came back passing through.

I arrived…

as someone else…

Not back…

just through…

The map was still open,

but it could not read my hands.

Every road looked familiar,

every corner changed its plans.

I saw the old windows,

cold with borrowed light.

They showed me who I had been,

then disappeared into the night.

Do not ask what I lost.

Some ghosts are not for display.

Do not wait for the old me.

He could not survive the way.

I arrived as someone else,

under lights that knew me before.

The streets kept all my shadows,

but I don't live there anymore.

I arrived as someone else,

with the silence I carried through.

I did not come back broken.

I came back passing through.

Somewhere between the gate and the ground,

I stopped looking for home.

Somewhere between the past and the sound,

I learned to stand alone.

And if the old world calls me,

let it call into the rain.

I am not the man who left.

I am not the man in pain.

I arrived as someone else,

under lights that knew me before.

The streets kept all my shadows,

but I don't live there anymore.

I arrived as someone else,

with the silence I carried through.

I did not come back broken.

I came back passing through.

I did not come back.

I arrived as someone else.

Not back.

Just through.