disappearing in a crowd
anonymous, no longer loud
protestations all the time
no longer turmoil in my mind

the Sun still journies through the sly
with I Ching wisdom on the fly
in the car and on the phone
'All the world's a stage' the home

to everybody everywhere
on the ground and in the air
under water, under earth
the universe keeps giving birth

reawaking from asleep
changing changes as they leap
up and down and round and round
in this world in which we're found

disappearing in a crowd
anonymous and not so loud
patiently awaiting light
to dispel what seems the night...