The crowd absorbs it all
With a drizzling applause
With eyes of faded Grey
I’m surrounded in a sea
Of a thousand conversations
People talking to themselves
I’m quiet as a house
As a coward in the corner
As a shelter in a conch shell
They’re as boring as the sun behind the clouds
As boring as the rain under umbrellas
As vacant as it all
Nothing matters
Just me in the shelter of the corner
In the shelter of the rain
They must feel so vacant
Under their umbrellas