Mimic

A crowd says everything and nothing at once
And I am lost.
There is no substance in this white noise,
No solid ground to stand on.
All drums and no rhythm.
Going faster makes no difference
When losing sight of the road.
And so the drone passes on
And on
And on
And on
And on.
Now the original note has been lost,
Pitch by pitch the old tone is shifted,
All that I shout to be heard is now buried.
I never wanted discord,
Disharmony,
And disbelief.
Just as I thought I was never part of the noise,
Surely I only added to it, perfectly in tune
With the songs I didn't want to sing.