Sunday, March 22, 2009

Stranger.

You stumble into a room,
With a drink in your hand.

You see someone in the centre,
And you just don't understand.

He's singing for the circus,
And you wonder who it is.

So you just sit there thinking,
What is it that you missed.

Coz something's happening here,
And you have no idea,
What it is. 
Do you? Stranger,
In the town.

So you turn in your ticket,
And you sit down for the show.

But it all seems strange to you,
And there's nothing that you know.

So you sit there all alone,
And you're feeling like a freak.

Oh you have so many questions,
But you can barely speak.

Its coz something's happening here,
And you have no idea,
What it is. 
Do you? Stranger,
In the town.

Someone walked up to you,
And handed you a case.

You reached out with a question,
You thought you knew his face.

You opened what he gave you,
And it contains what you seek.

But even then you wonder,
Why you are still the freak.

Its coz something's happening here,
And you have no idea,
What it is. 
Do you? Stranger,
In the town.

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