Strangers

I often wonder how many how many are isolated by fate or by their own mistakes how many are alone in this world with all its romance and grief with all its sorcery and deceit the world flows by my door like a river to who knows where on the other side of that river I see the faces of strangers I see a sad fog of solitude souls disconnected from touch I hide behind a clever disguise I hide behind a vacant stare I look and pretend to know you but I do not fool myself I am nothing but an illusion a flickering and dying reflection alone in the immensity of universe I am a stranger here I am the invisible man colorless and muted by shadows no one sees me or hears my cry my desolate tears fall in darkness