THE STRANGER

The stranger

Where am I; where can I be?

I search and search, but I can not see me.

I look in the mirror, and I’m not there,

A stranger is looking back at me with a curious stare.

 

Where am I? Maybe I’m in a bad dream.

Maybe I’ve traveled ahead in a time machine.

What has happened to me, I don’t know.

I feel like I did when I still had time to grow.

 

When I see you looking at me,

Do you see the same stranger that I see?

Do you see the stranger that follows me around?

I see the stranger’s reflections all over town.

 

The reflections used to be younger is all I’m trying to say.

The reflections seem to be getting older every day.

I keep trying to figure out who the stranger can be.

The more I think about it, the more I’m sure the stranger is me.

Stanley Hendrix  10/23/2020