Somewhere a long the way I lost sight of what I looked like in a crowd and started thinking more of whether I could be seen at all These violent signs in tight fitting jeans in violet blue skies These knowing glances perfect poses in the park jutting pavement carries me a long to where, to where I don't know to hope to feel like this is my home not a chronic tourist a drive-by casualty to see myself in the crowd is to lose oneself in the crowd through a mirrored reflection, a window optimism