I look out the window
And see the snow,
See each individual flake
As they fall gently from the sky
Into my world
Showing me that individuals matter
And that crowds can only bring sorrow
As they gather together and become one,
Their individuality rescinds
Into the mind of the many.
But when stepping away
Into your life as one
You move into that world,
Where snowflakes fall
One at a time.