Look a stranger in the eye
They have no reason to give a lie
Except for those you know
People don’t know you
When you’re the last person remembered
People don’t know you
When they think they can purge their indecenies upon you without a second thought
They don’t know you
When they think they know the world
In reality, you are the stranger
Simply passing by, searching for all the answers to not how and what, but why and when
Because they don’t see that you could see them
They don’t know you.
Because you are a stranger simply passing by.
Note To My Sanity 