The Crowd - Longfellow

Wrenched into the world

Deanaesthetized

Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes

Awakened by alarm

Fifteen minutes of hygeine

Twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door

I looked outside I looked into the eyes

Of the impersonal mob

I’ve seen a thousand times before

Feelings under covers like books on a shelf

If we’re scared of one another

Must be scared of ourselves

More than just another crowd

We need a gathering instead

Drink drink in the badlands liquid bread for the poor

Another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store

Choose your escape in the heartland

Of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm

You gotta get away anyway that you can