Don’t you love being alone in the crowd? Millions of stars in the universe! A part of it and yet apart from it? Don’t you adore the anonymity it gives? You could be anyone and get lost in it. Lost but not truly lost! As you would have you to know and identify. The mass of life passing you by Like a rolling stone – each rolling, each unique. Alone but not as alone as you could be If you lost your self, your identity to the ebb and flow of life around you. So you stand apart from the crowd. How does it matter so long you have yourself for company? And that of a couple one or two just like you. Being different is no chore, no fault, no sin. How would you feel if you lied to yourself and you were untrue? Wouldn’t that be the worst kind of betrayal? Worse than being apart from the crowd, alone in it? Unbind the chains you’ve wrapped around you, Change is the only constant – even time, the mightiest, falls! Stand alone, stand tall – the weight of one is no weight at all.