I am running through the bustling streets
Every face so familiar, yet so strange
Crowd is covering me, I am struggling to breathe
No longer running, but falling deeper
Deeper, darker, my body touching the ground
I look up, lying among that crowd
My hand reaches up to touch the sky
Not knowing we are all fighting the same fight
I try to stand up, but theres a body lying on top of me
Its faceless weight pins me down
I struggle to get up
I fail again
again
and again
A voice whispered to me
&quot;It isn&#39;t the crowd who is covering the sky for you&quot;
I look up to see the face was me