The Stranger’s Acquaintance

I wait for familiarity to come back around
Just so I can say I recognized something at my door,
To feel as though I owned it
To claim yesterday's sensation,
Having finally remembered an old acquantience
The fact of the matter is that I am a stranger,
All of my friends can hardly say my name
For the longest time I let the road lead me
I coined all her phrases and set all my sights on
A horizon that was not my own If I showed you what lied ahaid
Maybe then my name would slip their lips with ease
No, I swear I watched it from my window,
Pass with a graceful nonchalance
The one vested stood inside,
And the breeze sang with the road
Another day, another life
Croon along that lonesome melody
It was mine to hum, but not now
Some hour far from here; a new place enjoying these old faces
I pray this clock have mercy on me.

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