Imagine being aFace in the crowdAn unremarkableUnrecognizableIndistinguishableDevoid of uniquenessFace in the crowd,Why are you thereNobody knowsNobody caresEveryone else is aFace in the crowdSurrounded by peopleAnd yet so aloneYou might as well beOn a desert island
Are you gonna miss meWhen I've left this placeTo go somewhere elseAnd I'm gone;Will you remember meOr just forget meLike those leaves you stepped onLast fallThat old food you threw outLast weekThose papers you recycledYesterdayThose old friends you lost touch with andWho knowsWhere they are now;I know I'm gonna miss you
I don't wanna be your broken robotGive me one good reason why I should,Why I should put on a different skinWhy I should wear a different faceWhy I should walk around in a costumeThat isn't convincing anyway;I don't wanna hearBecause I said so,That isn't a reason at all,Give me a reason why I shouldPlay your silly games andLaugh at your tasteless jokes andSing your senseless songs;No I'm not gonna be your broken robotTill I hear a good reason why I should.
It sounded as if the Streets were runningAnd then -- the Streets stood still --Eclipse -- was all we could see at the WindowAnd Awe -- was all we could feel.By and by -- the boldest stole out of his CovertTo see if Time was there --Nature was in an Opal Apron,Mixing fresher Air.
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.