Crowds of faces and faces in the crowds.
Stadia packed. Streets filled. Movie credits,
where endless names dissolve. Like living clouds
people float by. You cannot count those droplets.
Crowds of faces and faces in the crowds.
And each a life. Perhaps like yours. Or maybe
an aberration only a god could understand,
who adores the drama of multiplicity,
bonding you with a wild and wayward band.
Crowds of faces and faces in the crowds.