We are the ones within the ones;

the grey among white clouds.

A universe within a universe.

A family amongst the crowd.

The piece of a puzzle we belong to

knows nothing of their inner mind.

A character in the world he creates

is a reality he must find.

We are the whispers within the voices.

Webs that connect to a larger world.

A plane that goes off the radar,

into a black hole, we swirl.

We are a box within the box.

A door into another dimension.

A system within systems.

The puzzle piece’s own invention.

We share the same internal sky

with abstract colors.

Our memories are a sub plot within a story.

Memories unknown to the others.

Sometimes we surface behind the fragment’s eyes.

We watch through a crack in the wall.

Unseen and unheard.

We are the net catching the fall.

To really understand the whole picture,

each color needs to be examined.

We are the forgotten.

Non-existent like a slaughtered lamb.