The masses are out,

Me, standing still,

Watching them

Running rings round me.

A dizzy feeling overcomes,

I stumble,

Disorientated,

Overwhelmed by the crowd,

Struggling to find a hole

In which to climb,

Too many voices

Curtailing thought,

Stamping with their feet,

Stamping with their minds,

Trying to restrict me,

I am a being for myself,

and not for the wants of others.