Semesta Cruinne
Strangeness
Updated: Mar 16
Not know what I think
What's that word, can you link?
What is it that I feel?
When in metro I sit
and earphones I plug in
and reading I seem to be doing
Recognize I nobody
But judgments I frame
Speak I nothing
But tests must all pass to retain (their value)
Surreal lands I then recall
some night, did I dream or think?
Lands I've never strolled on
Where the end is being kind
Humen were only humen
in my mind
Compassion was, what here's caution
and unknown didn't create the 'getting scared' fashion
Our 'beware' tendency, not against ourselves it prevailed
no hatred, no love, no, wait, do I berate?
May, hatred be no answer to the question of people
Be, love may/not happen in a glimpse of a person
Eureka! I think I know what I spake!
That word, that feel
it's called 'Strangeness'.
And as you read
And as we be
Another teacher teaches in school
“Don’t talk to strangers, please.”