Better strangers
  
Better strangers
.
Life's tough, has always been,
I feel alone, tired and feeble.
In the middle of nowhere and nowhere to go,
It's dark and cold, dead and silent out there.
I look around, gaze over,
No one here,
None at all,
Not you, not us,
No more, not now,
Not here,
Not me, not even myself.
It’s a strange land, an alien world,
Where I'm to myself, yet another stranger,
And I do hope, I do wish,
If only we were,
'Better strangers'.

  
2001
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