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Lost in the crowd
Just to poke your head above the parapet
and spirit find no magic carpet--
none to lift, no hand to help
all I see, is self, self -- self
That small island in wash and wind
no sense left just shifting sand
compression the landscape that surrounds
claustrophobia pressing down
The street is a multi culture riot
each badge an import round festooned
an open vein that never clots
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned
A singleton of unconform
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn
that swamp to stand in all alone
trapped in that maze of lifes unknowns
Where I not we from the gene pool dropped
that whirlpool like a spinning top
my GPS its software locked
I scream at the life support robots
and spirit find no magic carpet--
none to lift, no hand to help
all I see, is self, self -- self
That small island in wash and wind
no sense left just shifting sand
compression the landscape that surrounds
claustrophobia pressing down
The street is a multi culture riot
each badge an import round festooned
an open vein that never clots
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned
A singleton of unconform
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn
that swamp to stand in all alone
trapped in that maze of lifes unknowns
Where I not we from the gene pool dropped
that whirlpool like a spinning top
my GPS its software locked
I scream at the life support robots
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