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

In a boat with just one oar
Another person they’d ignore
The tide pulls me in
But to what avail?

Fruitlessness in success
Nothingness in surety
Hollowness in substance
Worthlessness in riches
Living, but to no avail

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