A Perfect Stranger

I stand here ...

with my head completely resounding somewhere else

and deeper pleasure is to go find my self ...

but there comes a situation

when you urge to sleep and you cant

and sky above the ground, makes you go upside down

for life nasty play and fierce things ahead

did you ever think of what you have left behind

did you ever think where some faces go confine

You are here today,

and time hits me through  spine

is the pain i suffer ..

is the  protest of a crime

is famine within the trough

where the body seeps the tuff

still comes in a guff

Listen ...

Life plays the trick

and events a testimony of our own self...

when you feel life within the lows and all above is the vacant space

below is the cracked world and around is an unknown pace

and only wish is to look back, after noise settles down

to find the twined answer and seeing you more pat down 

i still fear the odd but peace that i found.

is to believe that you are here, is the hope that confound.