Stoned

Jittery, nervous, scared,
I looked around in utter despair,
Hot winds, cold feet,
A combination rare to meet.
Million souls I could trace,
My mind... phased,
I stood, appreciating the sound,
The sound of silence around,
My eyes once again tried to trace,
Through the mortal maze,
I finally looked down,
With a broken heart & frown,
Staring at my weary feet,
My hands felt weak,
Amongst mortals, I felt like a stone,
As I stood here... All alone!