strangers

In the lonely streets and busy highways, I pass by wondering which way you wish to go What pain you carry in your heart, What story burdens your mind And what lesson you are learning from In the different clothes that clads your skin, I wonder if they tell your wounds or joys Or are they dampened by the sweats of a life-in-progress. As you stroll down the streets I often wish you wear your thoughts in colours, So I will never feel alone ever. Every turn you take, Makes me wonder what chapter your story is And every emotion you display, Makes me wonder who your audience is. Although, I meet you never or ever again I often wonder, if you think you are ever alone.