Sometimes...

Sometimes I like to go to the mall and just stand in the middle of the crowd and as hundreds of people move around me I see...everything. I watch them all lose their individuality and become a face in the crowd. I watch them as they look but don't see. I watch as they eventually just become a blur as I stand there, alone, in the middle of a crowd. The only person in a flood of people and for a few moments I feel at peace as I take a moment to stop and look instead of just walking forward through life.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression

Sometimes I close my eyes and let the music envelope me. I close my eyes and as I am surrounded by darkness the music becomes shining points in the inky blackness. I feel the notes swirl in the air around me and I can feel the beat reach down into my soul. The words flow through my soul and it picks me up as the song plays on. The meaning behind the music becomes crystal clear and then this music starts to come from me. I become part of the song and for a few minutes I'm at peace, I'm in the eye of the storm as the music swirls around me.

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had

Sometimes I go for a walk at night and I stand in shadows looking at the world around me. I fade into the background as I have done so many times before and I let my consciousness expand. I listen to the sounds of the night. I listen to the sounds of traffic. The hum of the streetlights. I listen to the whispering wind. I listen to the thousand different, individual sounds that make up life. I look at the darkness and look at the light and I think of myself. I think of myself as I stand between the darkness and light. I think of all the good I want to do and all the evil I am tempted to do. I do all this and for a few minutes I'm at peace as I become one with the world around me.

I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World