An Obsessive Tune

Night passed and the morning came,though, tossing and turning, I got nowhere.A journey, dear friend, to wrong places.If you want to lose the way, wewill go together, on conditionthat first you forget your name.No one wants to be forgotten, it is true,but may they, life after life,be reminded of their absence.When will dreams be recognized, and truth?Even after waking, how can we know the truthwhen everyone around is sleepingthe sleep of memory;An obsessive tune fills my mind.