Lost in the mob
A thousand voiceless faces cast in the same mold silently urging you to do as you're told. A thousand faceless voices speak in the same tone urging you to suppress the song of your own. Fight to rise above the mob for when all is told and done all you really have to show is d little individuality you've won. ****************************** A journey through time & space, trying to bridge the miles & years, between where I find myself, & a place I used to call home. Hollow shells of brick & stone, shadows of ghosts that were friends, the closer I am to where I was, The more a stranger am I to myself. p.s: taken from "Mix-ology"