A face in the crowd, is a face of a person that we all are.
We smile sometimes, and we frown the other times.
Dreams and aspirations, we hold in one hand;
and in the other we hold the baton of reality.
A face in the crowd is sometimes young and naive,
sometimes bold and confident,
and sometimes marred by the rough edges of life.
No matter what they are; or who wears them.
Each has a story to tell, if looked deeper.
And still, each is lost far away in the ripples of time.
It’s a face in the crowd that we never meet again,
and still, we own them as we were the same.