The world here and there
Crowded crowded crowded…
Accidentally if we see
Still we may be separated
Accidentally if you’re aware
Will you find a way to me?

the words
creating havoc
echoing in the vast emptiness
of soul as they strike
against the high walls
built to keep them
within,
Turning deaf ear
to the inner chaos
she wore a smile
and
became the part of **crowd

Be yourself,don't imitate
Find out who you are;meditate

Its easier to be someone you're
  not in order to fit in,but there is
     No fulfillment in that,life isn't
         About impressing the
             Crowd.  
           At the end of it all,crowds
       Will always be there to
    applaud both your uprise and downfall,
       So what's there to really live
         For in the crowd?
           Do what fulfills you as a person,you won't live here twice.
   Do what makes you happy,
      You deserve that.

It's easy to follow
a crowd,
much harder
to follow your
heart.

It's easy
to put a mask on
and be the one that you're not.
Way harder is
to show face,
while being something against.  

Fireworks
lit up bonfire night,
but morning
sees them burnt out.

Worn converses scuff the floor.
     The crowd sings, and they roar
     his name. Things aren't the same
     like anonymous Mondays before.

He pulls out his strings. Silence.
Steel vibrates and sings; Violence
erupts and again he hears his name.
It isn't the same... but he finds it
strangely fitting; On this stage
he's the benefactor and the tyrant.
He's the laughter, killing quiet.
It's not your average Monday
but no surprise, he finds he likes it.

Laugh out loud
Don't care if it's too loud
Wave to the crowd
Skipping on the streets
A train of dust,
Stopping to stare at the sea
And so it goes each day
Can't be, won't be the same.
Smile at the birds watching
The bunny running away
You were tip-toeing too loud
Because life's a play, take a bow.

I totally adore
How you blend in the crowd
But when we're alone
You become you.


-- Eleanor