Kairos

Strangers Lend the Calmer Ear

I confessed my sins to a stranger
He seemed to understand
He didn't seem to mind much
Needless to say I was glad

I talked about the dealers
The way I get chills every time I talk
I told him I was a lost soul
Just hoping to get caught

All he did was smile and nod
And he told me very little
He told me about how he was just like me
And suddenly
He became the riddle

He was a complex little sinner
A hell bent sweet heart
He told me about how he couldn't help but calculate who was special
And I hit the dart

Two little angel sinners
On a thin trembling walk
Two little angel sinners
Strangers who didn't get chills when they began to talk