The difficulty is to keep oneself untouched in a crowd: so many people try to speak to you or touch you: and your like electricity, in that one touch discharges all the virtue you have stored up.
Two of a kind and no one home
I’m in a crowd and I’m still alone
Can’t you see these skies are breaking?
Coz one of a kind is all I own.
I always feel happy
In the places where I can be sincere,
Where I can blend into the crowd
And may not pretend to be someone else.
Oh, let her have the rabble. I don't need them.
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals, and you know it.
Human beings in a mob.
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
who don't believe in anything?
I know you know how to handle a mob. If you can't scare them, give them something to root for.
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