Is isolation better than a crowd?
Is loneliness preferred over being overwhelmed?
Yet you are not a crowd-
You are company, company of my soul-
So you make me not so overwhelmed…
Stood apart from the crowd,
The lone woman stood, looking at the ground…
She thinks to herself, alone in the solitude of thought-
I wonder what is this mass of mortals?-
With their faces faded, not one unique!
She turns away,
With an air of mystique…