tiled by each passerby
tapestry woven from threads ever worn.
I am a collection
of everyone I've ever known.

many masks, one for any occasion
each gathered meticulously
from every stop at the station.

timidly tending to the layers
catalogued by time.
scattering all my prayers
hoping to reveal what's mine.

human inside and out
borrowed too, then lost
how can i live with no doubt
when moment moves faster
than i ever thought?