Bloom.

Crowds

I feel so all alone

In this crowded crowd of mine  

My eyes have gone blind 

Insecure filling my mind

Smiling faces

Waving hands

I try to satisfy my own demands 

But all it leaves me is crowds

Empty crowds.

Where I do not belong.

And I can't hold on

Because the branch is broken.

Its gone.

Floating down a stream of change.

 Change that I wish to change.

But I can't escape these crowds

These crowded crowds of mine.