The Stranger
The Stranger
Looking in a mirror I see a stranger staring back at me.
The eyes express emptiness, no sign of recognition.
Confusion emerges, asking questions whose answers are
Camouflaged by a parasitic shell which feeds
On the emotions of its companions greedily:
Else it would deteriorate and return to the ash from whence it came.
Vacant eyes ~ yet eyes expressing desire for knowledge.
Who am I?
Briefly I glance down and upon returning to my desperate stare,
I see only confusion cloud my eyes again.
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