Forgotten

Those times that I forget my name
The world forgets me too.
All else I know forfeits the game,
I’m off into the blue.

“Will you be coming back?” they ask,
As if I’d ever know.
I see a single, given task
And it is, simply, go.

The where or when or why of it
Will offer not a clue
To what to start or how to quit
And certainly not who.