To stand still in the crowd around here, Mulling over thoughts and ideas yet unclear.. Many and more hustling beside you ever, Talking, fighting shouting wanting to sever.. World rushes by on its own pace carrying one, Waiting patiently in the moment, you watch the fun.. Being alone in the mob that thrives on fear, Making ends meet, jumping places only in wear.. One goal followed by the other adding to the list, Each grander the previous yet fumbling in the mist.. In the pursuit of mystical Utopian dreams, Tugging hard, reaching extremes bursting at seams.. The cacophony subdues the wordless song within, A little voice wanting to be heard over the pressing din.. Muddled in the marshes of murky thoughts, Being led deeper into the city of gears and bots.. Then comes a time where all seems a ruffled mess, Tougher to plan or settle or even bother a flimsy guess.. Viscous vibes on the cusp of a curious realm, Full of silence in the chaos with none at the ...