WHO AM I?

I have been given a name
a nationality, a passport
and a few memories.
I have been given a vague idea of where
should I go and
what should I do.
I have been given a light notion
of yesterday, of a moment ago,
while the now slips
away
while later never comes,
and always comes.
I have been told I have an unique soul,
and a body that will rot
one day or another
once the final show
is over.

That's all I got,
a dream given to me
so I forget
I do not matter
nor exist.
Neither do you.