Galapagos

When I disappear
I’ll go to a place of memories
When I get there
They’ll say
«Go slow and patiently
You’ve arrived the wrong way
Go quiet and patiently
You’ll arrive, now go away.»
— Then all I knew was now gone
Welcome to a new version of
When I reappeared
I was in a place, it was the sea
Now I swim not run
My words replaced with sound and tones
Fins were now my skin and bones