In and out when I go nobody notices
So I am a just a stranger
When I walk past them
they never turn their head,
to find a resemblance of their known
So I am a stranger
Venturing in their world
wearing a cap
which doesn't say my name.
I only posses to key to the labyrinth's door
My life is not an open book
No one to venture in and explore
I don't appear like them
I never belonged here
I don't have any companion
so I am tagged
"I am just a stranger"
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Swings
PoetryWhen i was a child i used to think swings were like time machines, yes a time machine. Why you may ask. The memories of the origin of such a thought is so vague in my mind i wonder what made me think so. Now as my thought process is becoming more m...
