Me, Myself, and I

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?