Side by side in a throng of people
Yet somehow I'm feeling alone
Never liked the situation
Never dealt with isolation
A desolate wasteland
Teeming with countless people
It is an effort to withstand
The assault of their endless silence
Swimming in a sea of faces
Faces moving to a sea of places
Places to go, just crowded spaces
Spaces to run in futile races
The streets might as well be empty
It's not like anyone is talking
Just hurrying on their way
Acting as if there's nothing to say
Infinite as sand
They stream down every street
And I am witnessing firsthand
The results of their endless silence
Swimming in a sea of faces
Faces moving to a sea of places
Places to go, just crowded spaces
Spaces to run in futile races

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