Sometimes you want to be part of something,
You want to fit in so mach.
And sometimes it feels, like you are there,
But eventually yoa are realise, that you are not belong there
And you are not belong here.
You are trying to find your path, 
But seems, that you are totally lost.
And then you feel again this lonelyness,
all alone in this crowded place.
And the you think abou all you had,
And how far you went for your dream.
And you were successful in many things,
You did good, you accomplished a lot.
You overcame yourself, you was there.
And then one day you landed back home,
To realise there is no home, 
And there is nothing left of what you had before.
And even then, if you did something great,
You didn't feel it, because of ovewhelming lonelyness and anger and fear.
Things went bad,  and then better and better.
And now, you are somewhere. It took a while, but some things got better,
Nonetheless, as you are not here or there, 
A part of something, it still feels like you are alone and nowhere.