Stranger

I saw you once and I see you again.
Is it a beginning or is it an end.

Each time I, walk past you, this feeling is so new.

I guess it’s my imagination,
I see you again, with that smile.

Want to peer into your thought lane,
I am sure it's as wild as a line of cocaine.
But it feels so powerful and so true.

The walk, the talk, the smile so different, almost insane.
I want to ask- Stranger is this the beginning or the end?

There you are standing by the stairs.
And I see you again just looking around
Your looks appear so calm,

The following of your eyes,
My head just begs to ask ‘Hey stranger is this a beginning or is this the end?’