Addressee Not Known

I am guilty for the nation I’ve no business to the world In a play of no sensation I’m a prompter of one word Who would share a consolation For the character of mine I’m a proof of antination Well disjointed from the time Mental tenant of the era Of the sixties – seventies I’m that boy who smashed the mirror It was fun to see it splits Fatherland and motherland I just can't relate to both I belong to Nowhere land That’s my real place of birth That’s my peace, my joy and sorrow Nowhere home, and garden I Used to know, meet no tomorrow Only yesterdays comply Nowhere woman, nowhere man Doing all the best we could Stayed together till the end Till it has become too good I’m no more applied to this My Arcadia I’ve seen I’m a question you would diss There’s no answer in the wind I’m a petal of her rose Orphan of the dying breed I have loved, and loved I was What I know I doubt you need