Stands

Stands manned by people close at hand,
Smiles wide inviting them to turn the tide,
Shouting, laughing, objectives graphing,
Alone I watch, helpless at hand.

Pins see the sky bringing a gasp and a sigh,
Bodies crush as people pointlessly push,
Staring, scathing, fearing their world is changing,
Alone I watch, and I can only sigh.

They snatched the confused while they mused,
Thieves of time gifting only rhymes,
Passionate in trapping their early mapping,
Alone I watch, not snatched while I mused.

And I have never been so close to friends
And still felt so lost,
And I have never been more alone in a crowd
Then when useless by the stands.