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I have nothing to do with crowds.

They can please themselves.
If one starts throwing stones,
another will follow
except the few
who stand beside you
with metal shields
to guard your skin,
your name,
your peace.

Yeah… but they are people,
from different walks of life.
Some people are frustrated with their own days.
Others just want to play.
And some…
some carry a darkness
they never chose,
but let in
through an open door.

Oh no
some are brainwashed,
trained by some strange schooling
that never teaches unlearning.
No matter how much you hammer the mind,
it won’t be ready to mould.
They’re rooted in their thoughts,
anchored deep.
How do you shake them loose?

Maybe if you hang them upside down,
feet tied to a rope,
they’ll drop a little kindness
out of fear.
Oh is that bungee jumping?
Leave it…

I want that freedom
in my home.
“Then live on a hilltop,” they say.
Oh, I will
of course I will.
But that’s not the main thing.

Because you can’t please a crowd
if you’re not pleased with your own life first.
And once you are,
it becomes your choice
to please someone,
or to simply
be yourself.

Hard choice, huh?