As I am wandering though town, I hear the beat, but can’t follow the sound. As I am wandering without a destination, I feel scared and profound- have I lost my mind? As I am letting the anger rage through my mind, I repeat the words of an unkind. As I am existing while others walk on by, I still walk alone, I want to cry. As I observe lovers and friends, I make myself believe there is still a chance. As I continue down the street, why is it so difficult to greet? As I am embracing my own pity I realize; never have I felt so alone in my city.