Alone, And Not Wanting To Be

He walked in and looked around hoping for a familiar face                                 Someone who would at least 

                 Nod their head to acknowledge him 

                 Could introduce him to the crowd 

Because he hated being alone and he hated being unknown                 He knew he couldn't just walk up to a stranger 

Put out his hand and say hello 

Hope the greeting would be returned 

           And then maybe conversation would flow 

No, he knew he couldn't just put out his hand 

He had to be ready with some witty repartee and a plan 

For he hated being alone and hated being unknown