Strangers again Strangers again

And yet again, We become strangers to those entangled memories shaping the forms of our self

And yet once more, We embark on a journey unlike the one before.

Stranger

Is a name I am too often called, For the ever changing landscapes of my world unfold.

Time and time again I am eager to attend, Yet each pulse closer to familiarIs followed with one ebb further away from here.

And life is not of reaching out statically For the dangers in that lie deeply. Yet the constant flux in stranger things, Is the world in which we be.

And yet again,

We become strangers from who we were What a beautiful thing to be -

For the privilege of experiencing that of complete metamorphoses.

And yet once more , We become strangers again: In a world where strange and space is interwoven

And as strides carry us across paths otherwise unknown

Familiar strangers might join and we might even find our way home.