By Kobus Moolman

He does not know what he is doing,
or why he is doing it.

Why it is so early where he is
and so late where he is not.

Why the sky, where he is, is so big
and so limited at the same time.

Why there are so many mountains,
or why there are any mountains at all.

He does not know the answers
to any of the questions anymore.

He is no longer able to think
of even the simplest things:

where to pay for water, for example,
or how to buy time.