Walking,
I feel my weight,
So strangely weightless,
Yet heavy at the same time,
Crowded is this room,
Full of strange faces,
None but a few familiar,

Walking,
I feel so alone,
Even amongst this crowd,
So large, so loud,
Wishing for a place,
Secluded and tranquil,
To lie beside you,
Confide in you this feeling,
A place to belong with you,
In your strong - yet cautious - arms,

But I am walking