Entering through a threshold to a world not known.

So strange it is to see all these familiar things, hearing the ghosts of nearby memories,

Yet not recognizing your own picture framed on the walls.

What is this place you have wondered into?

You only compare this feeling to when you know a word,

But cannot say that word.

This bed that should be yours is uncomfortable,

It feels preoccupied with someone else.

You are merely the guest in this place and not the host,

Even though you want to believe this is your home.