You Feel Me Out Poem by Pierre Rausch

You used to pass my store
Where I was born
You would come in and chat with me
Asking me about my life
After you arrive, my mind is opened
I have nothing to cling to
You planned a way to escape
Or simply burying it down inside
You feel me out
You feel me out
You feel me out
You feel me out
I am a victim of the same reports
I don't know if it was from newspapers
I'm not lost
Do you feel lost
You feel me out
You feel me out
You feel me out
You feel me out
I am a victim of the same reports
I don't know if it was from newspapers
I'm not lost
Do you feel lost
You know my whereabouts
While I was locked up in prison
You waited at the expected spot
Meeting and then to another spot
You feel me out
You feel me out
You feel me out
You feel me out
You know my whereabouts
While I was locked up in prison
You waited at the expected spot
Meeting and then to another spot