''stranger''

A voice I've never heard,An inspiration,something of wonder A switch,a spark,a beautiful thought to light the dark A reminder of certain kindred types that are still around A person that believes all things should be profound A passion for life,a passion to wake A sincerity in their words,simply something you can't fake Now ,of course, I could be wrong and lost in thought Though the way they write can' be taught Something there.words won't say,even still inspiration did come from them today A smile that I don't have to fake,A lingering feeling I care not shake For a senegal man such as I,Is questioning the question of not Questioning the question of why... Synapses firing on each and every level in my head as I lye pondering upon my bed Trying to answer the question of why So here I am and here and here I write My hand withering leaving only to say goodnight I must put pen to rest And mind to sleep Only so many thoughts may I keep