What’s the feeling of walking away from the crowd?
Withdrawing all of the identity that had been dispersed
It was difficult identifying them after unnatural transformation
Walking into the crowd was never a decision
It happens in the rush of life; urged to leave the freedom of solitude
You take all of you, remember, the duality of the opposing voice
Someone within had been constantly warning the mind
The strong pull of a euphoric moment was more intoxicating
Tearing apart the duality that was comfortable maintaining a balance
The plan was to escape the crowd of thoughts
Climbing the daunting citadel at the predawn hours was quite audacious
Beware of the constant attention and curious glances
Your individuality will be censored and forced to learn a new language
More acceptable to them; not necessarily capable of expressing your feelings
That’s alright, it was inevitable, now you can speak to please and protest
As long as you protest in their language you will be tightly wound
To a more cohesive crowd, willingly expressing their presence and usefulness
It has to be a choice of this side or that side; choose yours, it still will be a crowd
Not allowed to embrace anything that you wish, as everyone else chooses for you
When do you decide to walk away from the crowd?
Or, the constant scrutiny, and being identified as one of them, is a choice
Walking away requires a stronger will of accepting solitude
There will be a void and that persistent buzz the senses have been addicted to
They will recede and eventually fade away
To reveal what solitude is, and the soul will be welcomed to retire and heal
~Amitav
