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My hand was empty

The one that guided it had drifted away

And there I stood, with tears in my eyes

Amongst a crowd all ten feet high

I tried to push on through

But I was too scared to move

The forest of legs, up to the waist

They passed me on by with no hesitation

All the tents looked the same

All the people looked deranged

Like there was nothing left but hate for me

I stumbled on the trash when I took a step forth

I fell to my knees and waited to be lifted

But nobody had the time for me

I fought back the urge to cry out

For a moment, the world was silent

And I couldn't decide which direction was up

The local organ was hysterical

It laughed and laughed as I cried and cried

I could smell the happy feelings

It made my stomach ache

As I looked around, I had to dodge the roaches

All I could do was force myself to crawl

Through the shifting mass I went

I knew I was heading nowhere

but I panicked at the thought

I was kicked and shoved at every turn

The curses, the words, they all stung me so deeply

I started to run on all fours

Like some kind of puppy, I moved as fast as I could

And I stopped

Because my head had connected with something in my way

I laid there on the ground, away from the insanity

Water welled in my eyes and ears, I could hardly breathe

And I stared at the grey in the sky

Sad and content that I was to lay there, forever

And ever.



Just then, someone

At least twelve feet above

He stood over the crowd as he emerged from his hut

His clothes suggested he was a mad man

His hat was taller than I was

And his smile was there, for no reason that I could see

Behind him came a small woman

She had the smile but with more kindness in her face

And she pointed to me, mouthing few words

They scared me, I was frightened

I wanted to run away and hide as fast as I could

But I couldn't pick myself up off the dirty ground

I couldn't even move my legs

And I found myself accepting it

That this was to be the end of me

That I'd never be happy again, that I'd burn alive right here

That I'd never matter to anyone

But as the lights in my eyes began to fade

I heard the pluck of a string

And the hum of an angel

I was leaving, I was going away

I was going away forever

And they began to play for me.



More and more people would join in

They'd clap their hands or use their voice

Some were just swaying to and fro

Some even had real things to play

There were people strumming

There were people laughing

There were people just hitting things with their hands

And it was all there to bring me back

To stop me from going away

The man with the hat kept his smile

He looked down from the heavens while he played his tune

The woman that had joined him sang

And her voice made the skies clear completely

I was desperate to escape, I didn't want to be

But they would never allow me to flee

I felt at least a dozen hands

And they pulled me to my feet

They held my shoulder, patted me on the back

Some of them hugged me, some of them kissed my forehead

I felt everyone with me, helping me

Doing everything they could to stop me from leaving

My eyes were turning to stone

But they would never accept my surrender

All the warmth that surrounded me

The organ had faded, the laughing was gone

No one was harming me, pushing me out of their way

All I felt was the love

And slowly,

My eyes filled with tears again

The lights returned, the stone was crumbling

And I broke down crying to anyone who would have me.



And all they wanted was for me to be happy.