You are my Crowd
Published in
Dec 31, 2023
In a lonely world, you are my crowd.
Yet the crowd indoctrinates.
And the aloofness leaves me alone.
Very whimsically, I write you letters.
Yet the mailman never comes.
And my delivery is still to the point.
They say, “Good luck” and walk away.
Yet they never wish you the best.
And the etymology fails my gut check.
There are a lot of feelings around.
Yet we’re not eager to catch any.
And the intransigent people are thus born.
