Treasure Island

Angel A. Lockwood

(07//64 / Nyc)

A face in the crowd


In the country
life can be quiet and quaint
Where people presume to know
One another, based on last names
As thou
In the major city
People appears to live
Life out loud
Wild and crazy
Is often allowed
Not too much
Is out of the ordinary
The people are as boom boxes,
Urban's surrounded sound
If I am giving a choice
To where I lift my voice
It wouldn't be in a small quiet town
Where things are not always as
they seem
Infectiously pretending
While wearing
An upside down frown
Bright lights, crowds,
Pandora's box
Give it to me all
Iam aware that
In the city
Iam just one face
Among millions
The raw and authenticateness
Is what I applaud

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 09, 2013

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