I am a thousand people
Ghostly, my face stares at me
Ghosts flicker through me
I cannot recognise who looks through my eyes
I think I am a thousand people
A compilation of mud
I don't remember flying
Yet stand on a cliff face, scratched by the wind
A thousand fingers try to cling on
To reality. But we fall
If falling were flying, I could find control
But I am a thousand people
Difficult to please as difficult to find
Each beat of my heart is unique,
Is a countdown, is the passing of the lives
Of a thousand people. Specks of dust,
We are egocentric. We are not different,
Just lost.
