The passport photo br scowled back br br refusing to believe br that it was me. br br It was happy to be me br back then when br br nothing had gone br wrong br br And the future that br awaited it br br hadn’t yet br occurred. br br I wasn’t myself br no more br br or at least br not the self-same self br br that the passport br swore br br was br none other br than br me. br br The eyes had gotten colder. br br The mind has lost its colour. br br Could only think br in B & W br br My heart had nothing br to declare. br br My soul br had crossed the border br br And I was in the middle of br Nowhere br br …yet again.