The world around me slows to a crawl,
No one around me knows me at all.
I look over the crowd of familiar faces,
From various times and different places.
They laugh and they play, one and another,
All with secret pains, I’m just like the others.

It would seem, that at some point, people got bored.
No longer do the masses beat down my door.
Though I love being lonesome, I long for companions
To keep up my spirits and never abandon-
A knock on the door! My breathing grows quicker.
Just UPS. A package delivered