Faces of the Mass

Faces in the Mass

By

Anthony Labson

I am one out of countless others.

Some can be recognized faster

while others are easily ignored

but all are equally valued.

Spending my years among the mass

I’ve realized something about popularity.

Popularity doesn’t matter because in our end

we are all forgotten and time moves on.

It’s lonely at the top

and need to be around energy.

I need to be around life

and I need to be around the mass.

I need to be around the baby faces.

The ones who were born and

never really grew up,

staying forever cute.

I need to be around the beards.

The ones that say to hell

with standards and use it

as a form of expression and pride.

I need to be around the independent.

The ones who stand alone

and symbolize the strength of

individuality.

I need to be around the lovers.

The few that put others before themselves

that spread affection around like a wildfire.

We need more of them.

The ones who ignore the mass

only ensure oblivion.

I would rather be remembered by

the few that loved me instead of the millions

that never met me.