There’s a lot of people here,

But I still feel alone.

Like there is no one near,

Who gets how I feel here on my own.

They are talking within themselves,

And they are talking low.

I just say to myself, “If it helps,

They are talking about stuff you probably don’t want to know.”

And I am sitting,

By myself and with my thoughts.

Just sitting here and knitting,

All kinds of stories that my crazy mind sought.