I surround myself with people who flock
amongst others who are in search for a rock
The symbolic rock that this world is built upon
the mind that I possess wanders along
while my soul sings the happy song
that will one day enchant and enlighten
the very world that is marred with the penchant for fighting
I sit indian style amongst the crowd
well hidden behind the conspicuous shroud
One day my dreams will meet the crowd
The loneliness will wear while they prepare
for the day that I raise my legs and and stare straight
into the eyes of my fears until they go away
The Crowd will always stay
Until the loneliness goes away...
I am the rock.
The insconspicous and patient rock.