The shuffling crowds
Close in
Push for the door
Grasp for a handle
Drowning
Longing for air
No air
Suffocating shouts
No place to go
All push for freedom
It is a lie

Over load the senses
Too much
Tears create tracks
Wonder
Breakdown
Maybe someone will notice
Maybe rest will come

Suddenly a break
The sea parts
Rush towards the sunlight
Reprieve in the openness
Quiet
Breathe
Stir