| Crowds -
03-01-04
Walking through the streets of a city
There are the people that are so busy
They don't have the time to smile at someone else
The ones who think they are invisable
Who cling to the edges of the crowd
The ones who are stopping to smell the flowers
But don't see the tears just below the surface
All these people
Trying to be noticed
Surrounded by strangers
Wanting to fit in
We all have the same goal
Wanting to fit into our own little place in the world
Wanting to be important in our own right
Not really knowing what that means
Trying not to draw unwanted attention to ourselves
Wanting to belong to something
To be special.
Yet we are all afraid to reach out
To make a connection
To make it real
To belong.......... Just follow the trail of broken hearts and destroyed lives, at the end........I'll be waiting. |