The Outside

Sometimes when you are stuck indoors, you want to be outdoors.
Sometimes when you are on the outside, you cannot wait to get in.
What is the great outdoors anyway?
Apart from a general, sweeping kind of statement.
I have often felt like am on the outside, but never looking in.
What is so special about being "in" with the crowd anyhow?
I am a crowd. A solitary, but not alone, or even a lone, crowd.
It get's mighty crowded, but not in my head.
This is what it says on the tin.