06-28-2013, 04:11 PM
(06-22-2013, 08:19 AM)c.gutzwiller Wrote: Standing in the cattle crowd of fashion painted clones.Hi cgutz,
Insipid words that string along into an endless drone.
All around me act as one, that's when I feel alone.
Framing into phrasing all the feelings that I own;
Finding that the more I try the more I turn to stone
Fighting to express myself, that's when I feel alone.
My mind invokes the images of lives I may have known.
Knowing that I clipped my wings and wishing that I'd flown.
Wondering who I could be, that's when I feel alone.
Watching myself reaching out for sins I don't condone.
Wondering how I proceed, wanting to atone.
A stranger in the mirror says that's when I feel alone.
Shoulder brushing shoulder; clichés I trade intone.
Realizing that they're hiding secrets of their own.
Bonded in our solitude, united and alone.
I came on this by accident. I hope it is not a one-off. You really should repost in serious.It has some subtle areas to be considered. Cidermaid gives you good advice. It is worthy
Best,
tectak

