The Stranger
Standing here
There’s a shadow through the mist
Trying to get there so see who it is
Wondering why they see me
No sound to hear
Just the sound of the trees
Blowing in the breeze
My feet won't move
They are stuck in fear
One foot moves then another
Very slow
I need to see who waits for me
Why do they watch me?
Through the trees
I'm closer now, and then I awake
Who was this stranger looking at me?
Waiting to see who I would be
I’ll never know
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
And go back to see
If the stranger there
Was only me
Looking at me
through the trees
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2009
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