the dense halls rammed with hormones. everyone knows everyone. there's no place to hide.
you nestle into a flock, safe, but for how long? people are people, and these people still have yet to figure out who they are. some may never get there, trapped in a helpless wonder, never realizing the truth is easy to find when you welcome the comfort of silence.
the bell rings loud. legs run, jump, walk and panic through a sea of nameless faces. they all blur into one when you don't know a soul. they can also appear angry when you don't have a friend.
the person standing at the head of the room commands respect, but do they deserve it? so few are remembered, and many have forgotten the reason they signed up for such a ride. a sicker few get caught in a fantasy - then come the bars.
but it's a jungle, an amazon of people gathered in tribes, roaring in tribes, devoured by tribes. power and beauty stand out, held high on man-made pedestals. but it never lasts.
jocks, goths, preps, geeks, metal-heads, mods, pretty girls, studs, fobs, outcasts - they all have a place, and they know it. a small city crammed for hours and days, commanded to get along and live peaceably. dream on.
but the music rocked on - Lollapalooza screams to the masses - Mosh pits rule.
that's it, for now--
