The Stranger

The Stranger

You`re new to me, with your strange, sharp ways
Your elegant manner and turn of phrase
You twist my words, and make them a game
I allow you to do it and don`t complain
Your mind is a tunnel which delves underground
While your thoughts spin through at the speed of sound
But you make me think
And you make me feel
Realities hard - and it cuts like steel

I don`t understand you and don`t want to try
But you charge and elate me
Though I don`t know why
The futures uncertain
The past fades away
But while you remain
I will never move on

You`re strange to me, with your sharp new ways
Your superior manner, your cruel turn of phrase
Your intellect dazzles but you spirit is poor
But for my self survival
I must walk out the door