I woke from my dream... there it was: a place to behold, tools for building, land to keep and a feeling that this was the greatest story ever told.
yet...
'I AM THE STRANGER, ' words bold and true, the more i put together the pieces the less i knew.
I would dance round the world with the wind in my ear, it's song giving me clues as to why I am here, yet...
'I AM THE STRANGER, ' you thought you would have known? I dont think my experience these past years has even grown...
I want to experience, I want to play, but work seems the only hobby for the mass's of puppet's that come my way, and yet...
'I AM THE STRANGER, ' the phrase goes on, yet the feelings of how to desribe it are like a trap and are never gone...
So in the darkness when you are unsure, comes the answer a blast of light and you hear a knock at your hearts door....
'I AM NO STRANGER, ' you... know me... now stop hiding and please, learn to feel... FREE....