A nobody poised on a soap box made only of confidance and passion,
Speaking softly but with elocution and contagious conviction.
Time and curiosity accrued a crowd;
And more Bodies joined, saturating the corner.
Soon nobody had a new identity and Everybody joined,
Collecting as one very prominant powerful voice.
It was those on the fringe who noticed it first.
With one out of line they were merly majority.
They acknowledged it happened and spread the word;
Heads turned towards the rogue who crumbled perfect comraderie.
A fault-line divided the now mere majority and the Rogue,
Created when by daring to step beyond the boundaries
Of the mass formally known as Everybody.
The wayword voice was small but sharp.
And this rogue stood with equal commanding authority.
The majority yelled as one as the Rogue vocalized new devotions.
And as it continued, the majority noticed a dissonance quite unexpected.
Mojority's voices responded with various degrees of hostility,
Neighbors could not deny they were being mis-represented.
Realizing they were Everyone due only to assumption
The band broke apart, everyone spreading.
Individuality cancelled the nobody identity;
True alliances made while other areas true foes were acknowledged.
But rickety bridges did start to form with use of
Honest talks, questions, and considerations.
They only started to strengthen as each individual
Began to embrace walking the spectrum of agreement and opposition.
But through the conscience of each individual ego,
The longing still lingered to once again be part of a whole.
This was a definite, undeniable, honest, and sewn to each soul.