and we walk-
so many streaming faces
in our own world
our private universe
never really seeing them
victims of unfamiliarity.
and we speak-
so many streaming words
describing our worlds
comparing universes
always telling ourselves we're
victims of misunderstanding.
and we breathe-
so many fleeting breaths
we cannot do without
the love racing in our mouths
and beating in our chests
victims of mortality.
and we dance-
so many fleeting steps
one day running into the next
staring out from the sidelines
until the music slows and we fall
victims of ourselves.
