Strangers Poem by Dan Brown

Who exactly are the
Strangers
of this world?
Are they really the nameless beings
that surround us?
Or can they be closer to us, and still be
Strangers?
I am more of a
Stranger
to the people who know me,
than I am to those who
don’t.
I know that much.
And this is why I would willingly
enter a car with a faceless anonymity
at the wheel, despite being told it is wrong.
A stranger who knows nothing about me
cannot hurt me as much as those who do.
The unknown is not dangerous and scary,
but exciting and interesting; there to be explored.
In this world, we are all strangers to one another,
and, indeed, to our very selves.