Lifetime costume

Lifetime costume
 
I am foreign to myself; it’s not me –
the name under which I am registered.
 
Myself and I have never been introduced,
as far as I can remember.
 
I stepped onto the wheel
and it started spinning.
 
An old man awakens each morning
and puts on his lifetime costume.
 
Quite a load to carry, heavier each day.
But I am not the one to bear that weight.
 
What am I doing for the rest of my life?
I never had one.  I remember some sort of dream.
 
With no past, how can I have a future?
How could I have ever existed
 
if I will one day cease to exist?  Who is it
that accepts this illusion as Real?
 
O child of God, who speaks this way –
inside your head in the only language you know?