Lost among the nameless crowd,
A quiet ghost, no cries allowed.
Drifting shadows, passing by,
No hello, no wondering why.

A life unbound, yet bound so tight,
A flickering flame in endless night.
The world it speaks, but not to me,
A dialect I’ll never see.

I tried to stand where others meet,
But tripped upon my own two feet.
Their laughter rang, a foreign sound,
A melody I’ve never found.

My words too sharp, my thoughts too wide,
No common ground, no place to hide.
Ideas twist like restless streams,
And none will stay, none share my dreams.

A wall of faces, backs turned cold,
My voice unheard, my tale untold.
No hands to hold, no hearts to call,
A ghost among the living, small.

The books I keep, the dreams I name,
They know me more than faces claim.
A niche too deep, a soul misplaced,
A wanderer no arms embrace.

I search through crowds, with hopeful eyes,
For someone who sees beyond the guise.
A kindred spirit, a heart that feels,
The silent ache that time reveals.

Is there a soul who walks this road,
Who understands this heavy load?
Or am I carved from stranger stone,
Forever meant to walk alone?