I am that voice in the crowd
Calling out to make one day different
From the next
To see the forest for the trees
And feel the wind
In a blowing breeze

Simplistic is my voice
The crowd grows narrow-minded
And a cause for lack of authority
I will not call out complex formulas
It’s as basic as one and one
Me and you

Hoarse is my voice
The crowd grows larger
And the children deserve better
It’s as imaginative as the image
Of God imagining me and you

Stern is my voice
The crowd grows exponentially
In favor of mistrusting original thought
It’s as if the collective
Is unconscious

I am that voice in the crowd
With a head full of shadows
That bravely notes
The emperor has no clothes