Take me to a place

Where no one knows my name but the girl who takes my check
one where I don’t speak the language, and they don’t speak mine but a bit
I’d drink in lonely ramen shops and write stories of what was
see spirits in the night roaming empty corners, roads and pubs
Take me far away where no one knows my name
where I don’t even know my own, nothing, with no place to call home
Roaming, like the darkened night
telling secrets of the stars and their mysterious lights
And someday, someone will find the stories
and imagine those simple times
they too will wonder the mystery of the night
My words will be in a language, one they don’t know
but the pull of the spirit is universal on its own