Living in a crowded space as people move from place to place
I stare at the blurs of colors in my eyes and wonder were am I?
Were am I in this sea of blues, greens, and inbetweens?
Were and I in this movement of mess in this loud noise and distress?
The different sounds the different waves glide across me ears
Were is my voice in these sounds I hear?
Can they hear me?
Can they see me?
Do they want to even know me?
Do they want to know myself?
Do they want to know I?