Faces

Side by side in a throng of people
 Yet somehow I'm feeling alone
 Never liked the situation
 Never dealt with isolation
 A desolate wasteland
 Teeming with countless people
 It is an effort to withstand
 The assault of their endless silence
 Swimming in a sea of faces
 Faces moving to a sea of places
 Places to go, just crowded spaces
 Spaces to run in futile races
 The streets might as well be empty
 It's not like anyone is talking
 Just hurrying on their way
 Acting as if there's nothing to say
 Infinite as sand
 They stream down every street
 And I am witnessing firsthand
 The results of their endless silence
 Swimming in a sea of faces
 Faces moving to a sea of places
 Places to go, just crowded spaces
 Spaces to run in futile races