FlowThe crowdCrowd on a pathNot different from a riverA flowWhere any stop of an individual is a disturbanceWhen any change in directionIs an anomaly, the cause of a waveThe crowdWhere the direction is confirmedSuggestedForcedCrowdWhere a man with an idea of peaceTerrorises a group he calls “terrorists”Where a patriotic young manParades in harmony with a group of peacekeepers,holding murder weaponsWhere the hurt ones and losers of wars in historyAre considered the wrong side and the evil countryWhere a spiritual growth seeker manEnds up being part of a religionWhere many find their placeTheir peaceI get lost, disturbedThe crowd, where all answers are givenNo questions need to be askedWhere the life is simpleLook forward, and follow the back of the head you seeAnd I am the troubleAs I paused, doubted and askedQuestions like what, questions like whyGuilty for the interruption I caused, for the woman behindFor That gap I created in the flowAnd I am worried, and very anxiousAbout the distance to the man in frontWondering if I will ever catch upAnd disturbed by the ponderingIf I ever want toThe crowdWhere I don’t know if we designed itOr it designed usThe crowdThe largest sample of unityWhere I find my most distraction from selfI had always thoughtCrowd isThe background to who I amBut I found it is a coat of paintOn what I ought to beThe crowdOn which we wished to stand, to manifest its gloryended upStepping on usJust to make sureIt won’t change. John the Outsider