To be all alone
In the middle of a crowd
Is not what this life
Is meant to be about
To be all worn out
In the midst of gaiety
When striking a simple conversation
Marks the onset of anxiety
To be unsure
Of what others feel for you
Is a disservice to your own feelings
Which define and make you, you
To be high strung even at night
When others seem to rest in delight
Is a very unkind plight
So just follow the light
Of your own heart
And let it guide you home
To centre and ground you
To love and surround you
For above all that in this world may be true
You, yourself, owe it to you