Stranger

I reject often these commonly accepted truths we hold
When upon your path stranger I travel we do not know each other well or so we believe

I know something better than any other alive today: me and what I feel
I lie to myself all the time to be sure, but there are certain places my blood seldom flows

Rarely up my heart and down my head
This morning I feel we know more than there is unknown
There are just too many wrong things we still hold

Young still get married and they make their own definitions of words
A stranger had this power to provoke and clearly most will not

There is a quality of the known and there are no strangers up my heart and down my head