With the proper number and right perspective we all look like bugs
We swarm.
We multiply and race about:
A swarm of pounding feet.
In small doses we are beautiful and graceful and logical
(most of the time)
in large doses we become awkward and dumb
and the only game we play is follow the leader
even if there isn’t one.
One crying baby makes you sad
But ten just makes you mad
That is the rule of large numbers
Each one is unique
But in the group it’s hard to think.