Walking through the throng of people, I fight a silent war
Of stories and subplots where I clearly don’t belong.
A cocoon of blaring voices surrounds me,
Like a heavy blanket, thick with questioning.

They move like a herd of unintelligible sheep,
Too focused on a common, mediocre thought.
And here I stand, pushing a barrel of my ideas,
And withheld truths into a torrent sea of struggle