They are strange things; strangers.....
There are so many of them
Yet, although these strangers are strange to me
To you they may be a friend
They are a strange species; these strangers
They overpopulate almost every place
Yet, they go about living similar lives of their own
Each one with a different story or face
Strangely, we are taught not to talk to strangers
And trained to avoid them
Yet, each one, whether strange or not,
Is, strangely enough, a person.
Strange is the way we feel about strangers
We fear them because we do not know them
Yet, these strangers are unknown to us
Because we choose not to know them
What strange mystery these strangers possess
Each one of them has a life,
A secret,
A past,
And a name
Just like us....
Yet, we label them as strange.
Yes, strange thing; these strangers
Yet,
The strangest strange
Is that, strangely enough,
We are all strangers.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
They are strange things; strangers.....
There are so many of them
Yet, although these strangers are strange to me
To you they may be a friend
They are a strange species; these strangers
They overpopulate almost every place
Yet, they go about living similar lives of their own
Each one with a different story or face
Strangely, we are taught not to talk to strangers
And trained to avoid them
Yet, each one, whether strange or not,
Is, strangely enough, a person.
Strange is the way we feel about strangers
We fear them because we do not know them
Yet, these strangers are unknown to us
Because we choose not to know them
What strange mystery these strangers possess
Each one of them has a life,
A secret,
A past,
And a name
Just like us....
Yet, we label them as strange.
Yes, strange thing; these strangers
Yet,
The strangest strange
Is that, strangely enough,
We are all strangers.
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