And here’s a last try:
You feel the need to be lost in the crowd.
A jumble of people, of food, and light,
For you can scream, dance, or be super loud.
Best of all, you can blend into the night.
There’s really no direction to follow.
Nothing to guide you, or make you go.
People make you feel a lot less hollow,
Filling you up inside, letting you glow.
However, it’s best when no one knows you,
For you can be truly another face.
Belonging in the crowd, feeling so true,
Floating around, just being very you.
You have to be lost to find something new,
To discover that you are in the view.