The Stranger Himself
He walks knowing exactly where he is going but he is lost.
He is so confused as he wishes everyday for an identity, no matter the cost.
His mind still yet boggled, scared of running, running out of time.
The clock is ticking away before he can do everything he desires hopefully
together as a rhyme.
The rhyme will be broken for there is nothing perfect in life.
He will encounter many heartaches if someone stabbed his pride with a very
dull knife.
He knows eventually everything will turn out for the best.
He is so beautiful, unique, intelligent, and different from the rest.
He beats himself up everyday if things do not go his way.
As he is lying down to rest once more, rest his weary mind, he hopes tomorrow
will be a better day.
Sometimes he thinks why should I even study life?
Why even bother?
At the same time in the back of his mind his heart,
simply tells him to have faith, just wait and
talk with your heavenly father.
He walks knowing exactly where he is going but he thinks he is lost.
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