Standing In the Crowd
Standing in the crowd,
busy and alive
as it seemed to be,
with huzzling sounds
of the city.
But I only stood silently
as I watched
the people murmuring-
Every word has
a different meaning;
Every mind holds
a distinct theory.
Everyone has his mind
on everything,
they grow wild
by heaps and leaps,
as if they'll never
get enough of it.
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