Perustis Flamma

The Stranger

Do you regret it? Do you really? Have you just now realized how daft it all was? Did you even see a future, in the photo frame of your troubled mind? Do you think of me at all? Ever? Do you reminisce? Do you get lost in the memories? Like I do? Every step I take besides you makes me think nothing but the steps I march are to the drums of a stranger. You are and will remain to be a stranger to me.