A little boy stepped into the crowd...

A little boy stepped into the crowd
He was so little, he couldn't get himself out
And the crowd is pushing, and everyone is taller
The boy is lost - his personality is over.

"Excuse me, what time is it? - the boy is asking
- I've got to go home, I am very hungry
Please let me out, my mum is probably crying..."
The crowd's ignoring him.
The crowd is too blind to see him
The crowd is too deaf to hear him
The crowd is … just like any other crowd
Easy to get in
Deadly to get out
No personal opinions involved.
What for? Just follow the crowd.

Life and death are ruled
You’re strong enough to run –
Then follow.
Follow – that’s the only way to survive.
To survive? To SPEND a life?
Spend it on clothes, food, drinks, and washing powder
Get al least one plastic surgery
And die when 90.
The crowd will say: “He/she was a good friend
Great life, family, lovers, job, a nice and easy career…”

Now slip well, sleep if you can
It was a long run, good run
You are the one
Survivor one.
But why did you run?
Still on the end you’re dead
And equalized with other ones
Who fell too young
And found their deaths
Under the feet of yours, your lovers and your friends.

What’s done is gone
Sleep well
Sleep if you can.

15.08.02 London