Isms

It's in the way I say a name,

In locking eyes in handshakes.

Breathing speaks too,

Always showing you what I'm like when I'm new.

And I'm always new.

And each face is reflective space

For all of the parts I'm becoming,

And though I know I'm more maybe I'll change?

Can you let me change?

Can I change

When I'm as many people

For every person as there are for me?

It's in the way that I am when I wait,

That I hate being late,

That I sit on a train,

That I call people 'mate',

That I'm calling your name,

That I think it's a shame,

That I think we're the same,

That I'm locking eyes in handshakes.