Stranger
I'm a suspect, a suspect in this mystery
but this case is incomplete
This isn't how it's supposed to be
this: a foreign word but I need to know, need to know this
what is this
Is the stranger me now
the stranger in this picture, in this frame
this falling frame that I'm deeming incomplete
I am this incomplete masterpiece
that everyone, everyone thinks they can control
they can manipulate like a chess piece or movable stone
but I'm neither one, I'm myself
Chasing a light in this firefight
in a moment that's passed, it passed...
I'm a suspect, I'm a suspect
a suspect in this mystery, do you not know me breathlessly I scream
but this case is incomplete, am I invisible
This isn't how it's supposed to be, everything's wrong
this, this, this; a problem carved into brick
A foreign word but I need to know, I need to know
why have I turned cold as ice
what is this
Is the stranger me, the stranger in this picture
in this still frame, am I insane
in this still frame that's falling
falling away in this, in this, in this
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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