Sometimes

In crowded room
filled to capacity
wall to wall people
faces in drastic shapes and sizes
expressions fleeting and comical
voices gather into one sound
like the roar of an engine
constantly locked in neutral
revving at the slightest whim
never going anywhere

Yet here I stand

Nothing special
unnoticed as if in a room filled with mirrors
staring at myself
wondering why I am even here
reversed order, backwards is forwards
steps move in differing directions
and I come to realize
that sometimes
all we have…
is ourselves