Strangers

I stand in a crowded place,
yest I still feel alone,
I see these faces every day,
Yet they are still strangers,
They may as well be walls,
Or lamp posts that I walk by each day,
No one looks at the other,
We are just strangers, one after another.

Once I tried to look someone in the eye,
I tried to smile,
I thought of saying hello,
But the words would not form,
Sometimes I bump into people for a little contact,
Some apologise while others shout,
But I don't mind,
Its the connection I yearn.

We are still strangers in a crowded place,
Familiar strangers,
We would know if someone didn't belong,
Or if someone was new,
Yet we don't belong either,
We mean nothing to the other
We live a life alone,
We are all still strangers.