Being a stranger....

Am I just a name? Or just me what they see?

Or a stranger to the way they know?

Am I just what seemingly I am�"in life and beyond?

Or just a few footprints on my walk

On a path lost forever in a meadow unknown?

Am I a soul, far away from life’s roll�"

Stuck onto a changeless boll�"

Like an unnamed flower in an unknown knoll?

Or a path never walked before, yet awaiting,

Or a dream forsaken in dreamer’s eyes, yet shining,

Or a trampled hope in a frozen cell, yet undying?

Maybe there is a beauty�"a beauty forever�"

In being a stranger to the way they know

Or to me or to what seemingly I am.

Am I just a few senses that paint me as I am,

Of unchained thoughts of defeats and scars,

Of motion stalled and stymied wars,

Of glorious triumphs and crowned stars?

Or are they just what I lose, one by one,

In becoming a stranger to what they see in me�"

To me or what seemingly I am.

Perhaps, there is a beauty�"a beauty forever�"

Of knowing the way I become a stranger to me

Of becoming a stranger to the way I know myself

Of refining an image of being a stranger within�"

To myself indeed�"or the way they see,

Or what seemingly I am�"in life and beyond.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Sometimes, I believe, the only way we do truly know ourselves is to become that stranger to everyone including the self. Self searching is an important part on this journey called life :) Loved this :)