Shades

Alone in a crowd

 

what am I doing here?

do They see Me?

immersed in a crowd,

voices revolve around Me,

guiding Them toward indecipherable goals.

 

am I real? whole? unreachable?

a shadow observing Theater?

joy,  sadness, excitement, boredom -

water to strengthen and help Them blossom

from old shells.

 

what must I do?

where shall I drift?

I’m an alien piecing together a puzzle.

the picture is a maelstrom,

yet They translate.

 

what was added or forgotten

that muddled clarity,

agitating ease?

I continue rearranging perception,

missing what They wield…effortlessly.