All Alone in a Crowded World

I stand, alone, but crowded.
The world rushes by
yelling,
shouting,
laughing,
crying.
I listen, always listen, to what it says.
But what it says is sometimes
hard to hear,
hard to see,
hard to feel,
hard to understand.
Yet still I stand, alone, but crowded,
watching the world rush by,
listening to its incomprehensible words.
I am alone, but I am not the only one there.