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All Alone in the Big World

Crawling out of the corners
With a slow forming lurch of ambition
Children choking on our charity
In the simplicity of our division

Lovers smile across the distance
Knowing secret signs they pass along
Later on they hold each other
Only wanting to be left alone

A piece of paper in the wind
Carries news of all we tried to forget
Catches on the wire
Like our memory upon our regret

You're all alone in the Big World
A grey face in the organic crowd
In the middle of the mediocrity
Where every action is just another doubt

Smiling into cameras in our heads
Imagining existence as it uncurls
Tightening around our souls and sanity
No resistance ever met us in the old world