One day you may find yourself climbing rocks without a destination.


In the arms of a perfect stranger,

Despite society's conformed ideas of relations.

The eyes may be the source of all danger.

Cravings and desires start with the eyes I suppose.

He lives in a world where anything goes.

I was so fascinated by how much trust I gained from a look in the eyes.

Determining truths and good in life among corruption and lies.

His body is a land of scarred tissue but still he owns a smile.

How does one remain happy after being left alone?

The world suddenly became his home.

The perfect stranger felt in his right mind,

that I was the perfect stranger to understand his kind.

The kind who fights just to feed,

while my kind bitches about material greed.

One day you may sit on the edge of a rock,

without a worry in life for a ticking clock.

I took his hand and let it be...

One day you may be as lucky as me.