Crowd
I'm in the middle of the crowd,
And I can't get out.
I'm stuck in the middle,
Afraid to shout.
No one looks my way,
Because I'm just the same,
Just like all the others
The rulers learned to tame.
I'm sick of this crowd,
And I start to shift my feet.
I want to walk way,
But my head and heart compete.
Why would I walk away,
If they'd all look to see?
How would I keep moving
If they all stared at me?
Soon I start moving,
Hanging my head low,
And with my downward glance,
I don't see those who follow.
But soon I lead the crowd,
They all now look around,
And soon I start to smile
As I hear some laughter sound.
Just because I started walking,
I snapped them from a trance.
Soon we all stop running,
And the crowd begins to dance.
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