Standing in a cloud of grey

On an island far away

I trudge through and through

It becomes harder for me to move

While the mob continues to trudge

Standing, shrunken by the surronding sights

On an island devoid of light

I refuse to move, to move

Trying restlessly to fit in my groove

While the mob continues to trudge

Standing, I no longer am

On an island not far from land

I feel alone even when surronded

My thoughts continually pounding

While the mob continues to trudge