Have you ever felt all alone in a buzzing, bustling crowd?
Felt the cacophony go silent?
Watched the life go by you, while you struggled to hold onto it, barely clutching at the straws?
Tried hard to conquer that deafening roar in your ears?
Had your own demons to slay, while the huffing and puffing crowd posted breathtaking victories?
When your mojo deserted you and you were left with terrible, unbearable pain all over?
Had man’s primitive instincts hover all around you, as the Sun went down and darkness settled in?
The monstrous, humungous self-doubts, crawling out of the woodworks and overpowering you, numbing you. It happens, doesn’t it?
It is then, I hum softly, “We shall overcome”. I put on my face, do my eyes in blackest of blacks, paint my lips scarlet red and take out the glittering diamonds.
No party, no gathering, yet I’m celebrating
And the mirror approves! And how!
At least, I still am there, with my wits about me, waiting for destiny’s knock!
The spring is back and we are good to go.