Have you ever thought of all the times that you've been caught
Paused in the pixelated walls of stranger's photos
Where do you go to?
When they take you home
Back to each corner of the globe
Oh, and you never even know
And they don't know you
How does it show you?
Were you OK that day?
Or were you weary, worried, grey?
Fragments in photo albums, promo pics and phones
Contextless clones
Oh, the sum of which will never make a whole
If you slip and fall
Or if you walk into a wall
Or if the wind blows and shows all
Well, they're only strangers
Nothing can change this
And every strangled squeal
Every embarrassing ordeal
Every madly mangled meal
Every disaster
What does it matter?
You'll never meet again
Oh, but they did meet you then
Yes, and that's all they've got and that's what will reside
In their mind's eye
The sum of which will never make a whole
And your best friend may say
Of a celebrity you hate
Oh, you remind me of them, they are so much like you
And they'd be right to
And every uncaught drift
Every wildly misthought gift
Highlights the ever yawning rift
Between how they see you
And how to be you
All of the different yous, carried in isolated rooms
Within your father's, mother's, friend's and lover's minds
Even combined
Oh, the sum of them will never
And no matter what, they'll never
Till the day you die, you'll never
Make a whole