Crowds

Being in the crowd

It’s a familiar shroud

We crave company

It's hard being a nobody

Inner growth stalls

In the crowded halls

Of everyday living

Doing another’s bidding

In a crowded house

It’s possible to douse

Rising fear and passion

By reigniting compassion

Crowds thin and disappear

By taking up a new career

Being a watchman inside

Where truth is said to reside