I do not know where I stand
I look down and see nothing
but shifting sands

I make meaningless phone calls
utter hollow phrases
make bitter jokes
people laugh

I shuffle around
aimlessly
I look around
blurred figures
incoherent sounds
everything is always
just out of reach

I catch a glimpse
of my reflection
it mutates
morphs
faces I wear without consent

each second
a new man
one nods
one smiles
one frowns
one weeps
one rages

who do they think they are?
who do I think I am?

how many faces until I find one
I can live with?

I look down
nothing
shifting sands