Pixels

Sometimes I feel like a little pixel

a single pixel

floating in the middle

of a wide screen TV

the movie plays, and

I change color 

mindlessly

when I try to think about it, I

realize I can’t remember what colors I’ve been before

All I am now

is this color

was I really any other color?

will I ever be any other color? 

I’m not sure

My existence is made up of

all the colors I’ve been so far

I’ve helped make this movie

I’ve changed many times

Along with other pixels, I’ve constructed

People,

Faces, 

Objects, 

Backgrounds

I’ve made possible fight scenes, and

special effects

kisses between lovers

longing goodbyes 

and hugs

I’ve formed masterpieces

and climbed mountains

the movie’s been going so long, and

Look!

I’ve done so much!

So why do I feel so 

disconnected from all that?