Friday, June 24, 2011

The Bare-feet's accomplice

I walk languidly,
a crowd alongside me,
Together we fall, and slowly we stand.

This crowd uncanny
endows loyalty,
A home like none other, it's family.

They babble loudly round the clock
Block the sounds of my meta-present surroundings.

They see what I see, through my eyes
so they see just how I see
when the world sees neither, my crowd and what I see.

My crowd is all that I am,
what I know or what I wish becomes a part of it;
Its what I hold on to, its what I can't let go.

My crowd is in my head, my crowd is my shadow.
In light, it changes when I change;
In the dark, it swells all around me.

My crowd is all that's real to me
It is imperishable.