I walk in silence through streets of myself,
Speaking in voices that are not mine,
Hearing with ears that do not define the line between
Oneself and one other. Seeing through eyes
That belong to another and yet
Are my own.
Is this a sign of things to come?
Do I hear the beat of a drum
Coursing through veins a world away,
Still anticipating words that I say?
I open the door and step into the fray.