Our Face

The tragedy of youth is waking up to knowing  
That you’re just like everybody else 
Though we all had dreams of being special 
Promised when we started on this race

But in this life we've sculpted of each other, 
One consciousness threaded through the next, 
What a trial it surely is to be unique 
To weave through nobody and not much else 

We grow old and find solace in knowing  
That we're all familiar faces from before 
That we call our mothers by a single name 
That our hopes and fears remain the same 

That is why to meet a stranger’s gaze 
Through a haze across a crowded room 
Can feel like catching your reflection 
In a mirror you never knew was there 
The wrinkles of every age at once 
Scribble all the stories ever told 
Written on our face

- vktr