Crowded Loneliness

Walking down a lonely road Melody inside my head echoed Passing by all sorts of people, People passing by me, so strange yet simple   Imagine all the people walking by, Not caring to notice, just staring blankly at the sky Yet one of those people might know a secret, One that you can't see, like a ghost or a spirit Try going through this magic window A window of light with curtain of shadow The miracle of looking beyond the obvious A land in your mind where creation is countless Moving by and moving through What's the difference? I don't know.