Stranger

Take a look in the mirror,
what do you see?
How do you look;
are you happy?

Why do you cry?
Do you wish to fly?
Far away from it all?
You poor little guy.

Why do you hide?
Why not abide
the thoughts and processes
that ebb like the tide?

Do you not feel?
How can you heal,
if you’re to scared
to try?

If you’re so snide,
why can’t you ride
the thoughts and processes
that ebb like the tide?

Why do you run?
Why do you hide?
Why not have fun?
Are you that tired?

If you’re awake,
why don’t you sleep?
Wake up from the dream.
You’re not your own side.

You’re floating away,
you poor little guy,
on your thoughts and processes
that ebb like the tide.