The Crowd

THE CROWD

Was raised in this crowd

Converted to this crowd

Walked like this crowd

Talked like this crowd.

One day I left this crowd

So I saw another crowd

And I learned of that crowd

Compared these two crowds

I see so many crowds

each looking like my crowd

They are not like my  crowd

but shout and sing  aloud...

They dream of  high clouds,

the sky and those above...

Like the SUN, MOON and STARS

And moving to lands like Mars!

But there was a final crowd

 dont believe in any crowd

I liked much this crowd

So I left my first crowd.

I sang and played with this crowd

So much truth in this crowd

I said goodbye to this crowd

and headed back to my crowd

Going back to my crowd

Sitting here with my crowd

I move and sing aloud

just like my crowd

Still am not one like this crowd.

But was raised in this crowd

 to feel proud in this crowd

like there was no other crowd.

Will I ever find my crowd

there are so many crowds

to swim with the crowd

is to drown with the crowds

so having lost my first crowd

I now walk with no crowd

but I still love my first crowd

hope my first crowd loves me

Mythical_Poet

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(Long Time Coming -2011)