Who You Are

The copulation of others dreams
Half formed on the tongues of others
Pictures created with half mixed ink
The pale imitations of our mothers

Speak, but not your own words
Think, but not your own thoughts
Originality empty as humanities heart
The fates have passed out our lots

Alone in the sea of nothing
Held tightly by the echo of me
The mold over used and broken
There is no other shape left to be