Stranger

Stranger in my name
Stranger with my deeds
Stranger in my dreams
Stranger in my needs

Stranger I am
In all my ways
Stranger at the night
And even with the days.

Stranger are the roads
I pass behind my wheels
Stranger in the mirror
From my face to my heels.

Stranger is the breeze
Silking my skin
Stranger is the sunshine
Be bright or be dim.

Stranger are the voices
I hear the passerby
Stranger are my illusions
Making low making me high.

Stranger are the sounds,
I cherish or I fear,
Stranger are my memories,
Of the hatred and the dear.

Stranger I am,
To the soul I touch,
Stranger to the people,
I love so much.

Stranger to this life,
I seek for the shore,
Where I get to unveil my strangeness
More and more.

Stranger to my whims
I peep inside my heart,
I find the strangers gone for good
Upsetting and tart.

For life will be a stranger
To all of us who needs,
To know the worth of our subsistence
And all our fancies and deeds.

With all the twists and turns I faced,
I read the book named life,
A jiffy touch and a jaunty word
Yet so strange and rife.