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?
Sometimes i really feel an urge to escape and to run away. i feel like a misfit, a person who has not yet learned the ways of survival.
