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.