Daylight Fades Again

(Sunday 22nd March, 2009, evening)
 
Daylight,
It fades again,
Power is gone too.
"First time in two years" he said.
Lucky me!

Is it my habit?
To go where trouble finds me
Where problems seek me out
Injustice is dealt
A cruel hand falls
Down to a blow
And catches me cold

A strange new world I find
Is it me? Can it be?
Will I stand it to be?
Can it be mine?

Depending
On so much in this,
And on too many things
With varying needs
This "project" must be
To be free of all
All that I can't be
I need to be me
But here? Can I be?
And what IS me?
Lost forever or in a hole
To be found
Good digging and care
Will discover what it is and where
Swiftly or without thought
Will cover it still
And fossilise
For only museums and 'ologists
To wonder at
"Who was he?", "What could he be?"
"Was he what he wanted or needed to be?"

Do I know?
How can they wonder ...
When I myself don't know ME??