Remembered

Those times that I remember who
It is behind your name
Remind me you’ve a truer view
On my own silly games.

“Will you be coming back?” you ask,
To let me know I can,
Allowing me to keep my mask
Of one without a plan.

While I will war or ghost unknowns
Out on beyond the end,
The name I hold is not my own
But one I call a friend.