I was born a grain of sand

Tumbling through life

Picking up grit and bits

Of strangers

And others I knew

I am conglomerate

A gathering of discarded smiles

Of laughs and cries

Yearning music by moaning musicians

And certain random fashion sense

You can see the pebbles and broken shells

That fell from the others

To be rolled up by me

Like katamari

Calcifying into my concrete self

at G L A C I A L speed;

I will roll over where you’ve been

Picking up personality

Like cat hair onto a lint brush

And you will wonder

At the Déjà vu

Of seeing me with parts of you