Stranger's Question
Why I am here? There’s no answer..
Cause no one can hear what I say
At least on a superficial glance
It’s all God’s inscrutable ways
But I sense there must be a plan
By which I was given a point to be
Exactly where it was meant
And that’s what most puzzles me
Well I can conclude with assurance
The place where I’m at isn’t mine
Taking into account every nuance
I say that it’s not very fine
Keeping me unaware for so long
Doesn’t look like a good idea
Should not be a puzzle, where to I belong
I’m sorry to echo this animal fear
But I mustn’t I know, what’s the aim
In living a life of an alien resident,
Among foreigners, playing their foreign games
What’s the purpose by this was meant?
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