So here i am facing the world,
wind whipping my hair on my face,
Suddenly it doesn’t seem so big,
just one slightly complicated maze…
Does anybody hear me?
are there dozens working the path together?
Do i really think on my own,
i can find a way that is actually better?
The only times I envy the crowd
is for the company they have around…
But I can’t bring myself to follow,
When I know they will all be lost tomorrow…
Afraid that when I broke away
Nobody would ever want to come along…
Doesn’t anybody else ever think
That the crowd might just be wrong?