Stranger in a Strange land...

Looking at the world

through clouded glasses

Seeing boundaires & worries,

small worlds, one for each

Worlds collide, yet none change,

Why ? I do not understand

it seems i am..
A Stranger in a Strange land

Charted territory, a patchwork of maps

No rhyme no reason but rife with gaps

people too happy or too scared to step out

of their patch and reach with their hand...

Being 'practical' is glorifying

but are just instincts of survival !!

being 'emotinal' seems horrifying

so reason begins to unravel

I see al this & I see its end

they don't heed me,
have blinkers on my friend

I say,
Step out and see, just take my hand

but .. who will follow
A Stranger in a Strange land ?

People tell me ' why look outside ?'

'just stay in your patch and prosper'

I say' building towers within walls, to see farther away,

is a rule of cowardice I will always betray'

I don't understand the world nor do I expect it to understand me

Yet I accept the world, so why does It not accept me ?

I speak of this and carry ' fool' as my brand

Inspite of being right..
I guess I really am
A Stranger in a Strange land...