Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

Being around people is a deterrent sometimes.
Too much noise and it seems
Like they breath as one sometimes,
Scary minds open to reception of some perception
Toward which I'm not inclined.
I can't even listen to the speeches from a distance.
The meaning isn't clear.
It doesn't make sense.
And I think there may be some lithic structure
Under the surface soil.
There must be
Else all those thousands would sink
Into the unstable quicksand muck
Of purposeless breath.
They move like water moves, mindless.
No, they move like ants move,
Saddled and strung together by pheromones I can't smell
While I long to be the mindless water sometimes,
Feeling finally a full incorporation with no illusion of will
Only the noise of sometimes.