Found Again

Turn away,
Look ahead.

You're astray,
feeling dead.

Energy lost,
amongst the crowd.
They often do that,
screaming so loud.

Your inner voice,
whispers to cease.
Yet the crowd compells,
and you find no peace.

What keeps you there?
To some it's known.
It's that tangible fear,
of being alone.

So you join the chant,
in its relentless haze,
of screaming the scream,
while lost in its maze.

A sea of bodies 
as the boat lists,
"we are not a mob",
the mob insists.

And both mobs
ignore the call,
of the lone voice, 
that says it all...

"fear not 
being alone,
for you alone,
conquer 
the unknown!"