Sitting crowded where eyes fear to meet,
I've been told to never stop imagining
Where the soul can hum like the buzz of a hummingbird
and touch operates with inspiration of its own

Sitting in a crowded square, everyone speaks
Yet their speech is tangled, misshapen as it crumbles
As words fly off their lips with sickly colors,
bubblegum pink and neon green and pavement grey

Where I sit, in the crowd, a sea of compartmentalized people
Where hypocrisy is glued to their faces, reeking of hunger
And thoughts ****, bounce like chaos off the walls
No one really seems to care to glance what hits them

Where I sit there is no one else at the table
So I crack open the window and sunlight beams in
With a great flash the bouncing thoughts could breathe  
And eyes begin to see the colors which have been buried in their hearts