Sometimes it’s nice
To get lost in a crowd
Being ‘with’ other people
While under the
Protective cloak of
Anonymity
Moving about freely
The burden of
Social pressure
Lifted
Blending in
Chameleon-like
Just another ripple
In a sea of
Faces
No one
Consulted
Me
I thought spring
Was snow
Free
aimlessly we flit
from place to place in our minds
land on an idea
down an empty path
awaiting footsteps for now
garden still at rest
Here
But for a
Day
Then quickly
Fading
Away
A
Shaded bench
On
Which to
Rest
Go
Ahead
And
Be my
Guest
lake frozen solid
sending a chill through one’s bones
thaw nowhere in sight
