I stepped out of my gloom

In the the gibberish street

Stomping steps, chattering mouth

Men running around, Women carrying children

Some making choices, others laughing in corner

I looked around more deeply

Sky seemed in motion, thousands birds flying

Pretty girls, Handsome men crossing me by

I stood there, my ripped pyjamas, over sized shirt

Uncombed hair, being a muddy puddle beside a green river

Unable to find, where do i fit?

Do i belong here, do i know them?