All of the pathways spiral endlessly,
Seeing the patterns repeat around me.
Names and faces are changing like seasons,
Others keeps walking for their own reasons.
Trying to call out and wave as they pass,
Seemingly caught behind some mirrored glass.
I'm looking at you, but what do you see?
All these reflections start getting hazy.
Could this really be you that I'm seeing?
Is this some other part of my being?
Perhaps it doesn't matter when we're done,
In the end it seems we are all the one.