The crowd ...
The hate or love,
but like it or not
find you immersed in it.
The crowd is kind to its members
but dreadfully cruel to strangers.
many are those who instead of running freely with the rest
we were just standing in the middle of this sea blur of colors?
Every few peer through a crack a sharp silhouette.
Their faces reflect the fear, pain and uncertainty .
The crowd never let these individuals
are together too long.
It feels so strange ...
at times you feel you belong.
not importa physical location, all that matters
is the movement, pushing,
all those voices ringing around you at the same time.
really matter any you speak?
No, in the heat of the lights does not matter
because somehow you're one of them,
're maybe not in body and soul, but
few moments, you belong.
hope, and maybe that is what hurts most.
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