strangers
in me, in you, in all of them
the people we know and never can

get in
wrap our head around
cause in truth we’re all alone and mad

strangers
that we feel so dearly about
that we give ourselves a right to pout

to, chat
step in their life’s wisdom’s walk
even if it’s an empty, irrelevant talk

strangers
to you, to me, all of us, strange
unknown in the light of today’s change

so, although
you cannot see
my complex lil’ tree
isn’t so strong
how can we make the other
feel the me
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