I'm Alone, and I'm Happy

There came a time when I was walking on the street
Not looking, not talking just pushing through with my feet,
when I realize that no one's really walking with me
Everyone's just following their own life's trajectory.

And then when I look up and watch the people around me
I realize that all this while no one was actually looking at me
But they are looking through me at their life's own way
And I never really had anything to say
In their life or their world, they just did what they were meant to do,
And our paths just aligned accidentally for a few
And I am also just picking up cues
And taking my own time to find my own trues.

I then begin to see this street with new eyes
Filled with wonder and surprise
When I realize that I am actually walking all alone
In a crowded street of people of my own bone
I wonder at the truths that they might never see
And I smile at their stupid abnormalities

I begin to see mistakes with kinder eyes,
when I realize it wasn't really a fault in their eyes
I begin to find pleasure in some ignorance and some trends
Which are beyond our control, then why bother with the ends?

And then I truly understand the word 'Alone'
and I like it, for its' unique rhythm and tone
And I smile at its truth and solidarity
And I know its my own in all its polarity