Teetering off the edge of space
Many lives at a different pace
One can’t exist within another
They fall apart one after the other
In each life, you’re not quite you
Like the front door to a room askew
Your face is the same each and every time
But like a poem, you never have to rhyme
You put on a mask to fit the scene
Your brain’s overworked, loaded on caffeine
Because it isn’t easy fighting an image
This isn’t any afternoon scrimmage
No, you fight only versions of who they see
The person each life decides for you to be
Amongst these reflections, you feel so lost
You’ve lost count of the lines you’ve crossed
How many times have you changed?
Taken the template and rearranged?
It’s hard to even think of becoming one
Got to pick up the pace, or be outrun.