Crowds

This path I walk is in the wrong direction
My skin; my bones tell me it’s so
Been dreaming for so long
Of the real and life-like
Figures of possible people

There’s no way I could find him
In such a crowded place
Or really know
He might be just what I need

Scream my lungs out
So loud and clear
To be heard
Maybe recognized from some place
We’d both know somehow

Not even a glance
Or a slight turn
Is given
To my form

I won’t break in two
He’s just another one
A person too busy
In his overrun world

Yet I know him
My mind yells
Crying unconsciously
Demanding to try again

I can’t pick up these pieces
Of this spilled out core
I’ve come this far with a broken heart
Still don’t know who I am

Keep walking on my path
My feet tell me how right
My mind says how wrong
Reminding me
He might be just what I need
So always try again