I walk the streets like a ghost in flesh,
Streaming down an unknown direction,
Dancing through unspoken partners,
I'm a stranger to my own reflection.
Sometimes at night when I hung my feet,
I let the darkness envelop me and preach,
She holds me, my lover, with her I can be,
No more than me, a stranger it is.
And it's the little, bittersweet things,
That come so dandy, for at least a bit,
Beautiful refractions that I try to reach,
They rip my soul open and leave me to bleed.
Still, I'll persevere and I'll choke it down,
I'll wield my sword and I'll stand my ground,
If a stranger is what life wants me to be,
Then I'll know nobody, not even me.
I've been trying to cover up some emotions lately, lol.