Crowd.

I walk past the crowd.

I stare in their eyes,

In search of the wonder light.

I walk past the beautiful winds,

Asking for a unknown sound.

I walk past the grass,

Never looking down at the unknown weeds,

But in search of fruits that are hard to each.

I walk past a thousand souls,

Never in search of love.

I walk past her everyday,

Never wanting to find her.

I walk past life,

Never realizing its beauty.