we are

we are
aren't we
walking along
introspective
sending messages
sooner or later
there is a fall
whether of breasts
of chin
we are
delicate and strong
each singing the song of us
whether we know it or not
the sharp edge city
comes into harsh focus
in the bright sunlight
nothing can hide us
each clinging to something
someone
each taking one more step
towards, away from
we are
and sometimes i wish
we were not
but
instead just sat with our selves
comfortably,
wrinkly,
off,
not quite 'right'
and in unison shouted
YES