Fragments of Identity

Who am I? After all this time. The faces changed, the echo stayed.

I walk beside a stranger, wearing my name. Ooh. Dreams,

I used to hold them close. But they slipped through my hands

like sand from another life. Maybe they weren't mine anymore. Maybe they

never were. I built a life I never chose. Brick by brick.

Decision by silence. They say fate whispers, but it never speaks to me,

not once. Sometimes I feel like the world already wrote my lines

and I'm just breathing through the margins. I wanna turn the page,