in sounds you can't hear,
facing crowds of faces..
in crowded places faced without fear.
speaking with no air,
across distances unknown,
alone like telepathy,
cloned with no tone.
matching your moves like slow tunes,
previewing your mood like it's 5 o'clock news,
like I knew when you knew,
for me nothing new, but for you it's no clue.
I mimic true,
but to learn not conform,
from the dialect to the way I dress,
to the very attitude which I adorn.
there is no aspect of which I've missed,
no shed of evidence,
of the countless time I've spent,
on this relentless trivial pursuit of happiness.
but I digress.. because even yet,
I'm still not you,
I'm just me,
and I'll always be just that.
Nice post.. btw.