wandering

danger is a myth
to pacify the liars -
don't know how to walk the ground
beneath my traveling feet.
you see.

I'm a stranger to myself,
and stranger to myself
every day -

let me understand then

where is it you've come from,
Stranger?

Maybe my own crazy laughed,
don't - ever - know - where - I've - been - coming - from
mind.

maybe,
this own little box that I keep
inside to save

from the rain.
and the wind.
and the storms,

that will want to rock my soul
like a
hit to my old battered head

but stranger, now it seems
I'm the one who lies unknown
in the middle of the road -
no broken path to

follow

I'd have never known -
how my days have grown,
from sadness into

sorrow.

just walk by till tomorrow.