Rock Concert Crowd

Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom, They stomp with the rhythm of drums, They point to the sky and spread open wide, Their wrists and fingers and thumbs, These thousands of people joined at the hip, Joined by a common desire, To lose themselves in the roar from within, As the music soars higher and higher, To a place where they’re safe away from their thoughts, All worries are left on the floor, And they can exist in the happy free now, Their mind’s been released to explore, Life without fake, no pretend, no polite, Life without wearing some wig, And they can all be utterly free, At the rock band, the concert, the gig.