Identity - Travelogue

Confined in a space of three feet deep

When the world is at your feet

With the walls and ceiling underneath

I should sing to every song you hear

Falling every note behind

Keep the tempo with one blinking eye

So it goes, it became clear in a day

Sent your heart and thoughts away

Following a call and caller

Shouldn’t mind, after all we are the same

Though we all have different names

Who’s to change interpretation?