Alone in a Crowd

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The masses press around me and panic starts to rise-

These souls that surround me living their separate lives-

I long to be away from here on a empty country road:

Zach Bryan on the radio speaking to my soul.

Only there I will feel myself relax, and my lungs start to breathe

Because I am most alone in a crowd-

That’s the way it always seems-

I need space and freedom and plenty of room to dream.

Give me a solitary sunset or a walk alone in the woods

Where I can commune with God and myself:

That’s when I feel understood.

But I find myself always alone in a crowd- that’s my continual reality.

And every day I struggle alone just to breathe and be.