I have a thousand and one voices in my head, none of them mine
I am holding my hand out, through the crowd
Faceless voices and bodies, milling about in my head
I reach through them,  hoping I can grab hold of her (them?)
And pull them (her?) up out of the void
Otherwise, I fear, she (they?) might fall and disappear into the chasm
I think I need some help
Someone to grab my ankles and lower me down
Until I can reach her (them?)
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
But my hands stay empty
They stay empty
And I worry, I'll stay empty forever
With no respite,
From a thousand and one voices inside my head, none of them mine