I count the seconds
slipping through my grasp,
each tick a mystery,
each tock a mask.
Find sketches in my room I didn’t sketch,
messages sent from fingers not mine yet.
In the mirror, who is this I see?
Shards of a life
I swear used to be me.
Lost in the folds
of time I didn’t spend,
wearing clothes to a party
I didn’t attend.
Hours dissolve like sugar in the rain,
echoes of me, a phantom’s sweet refrain.
I wake to find my world slightly askew,
trapped in a plot that I never knew.
Who pens the notes
in the margins of my days?
Who lives my life
when my mind strays away?
A stranger’s scent
on the jacket I wear,
a life fragmented,
a soul laid bare.
Tell me, who turns the page when I sleep?
Who whispers secrets that I keep?
In the echo of hours I never claim,
I live on the edge,
never quite the same.