Too strange a stranger felt
Far beyond the touch of his world
For everything seemed stranger than he compelled
A stark parallel better than worse.
Too strange everything seemed, yet
At the street of his infancy
The only nostalgia that seems to hit
Was the reminder of his peculiarity.
Ever as a child he felt far far beyond anyone’s reach
Despite the shared common tongue
His words seem too queer to preach.
Days gone by and again no scent hit
No sign of familiarity.
Too strange a stranger felt,
At his hometown.
Too odd to even level with their heads,
Of other’s mentality.
Yet where oh where was he ever from?
Who taught and nurtured his loyalties?
The thought that puzzled -mazed their caskets
Over the source of his peculiarity.
They itched over a puzzle, yet never
Were able to detach the pieces of his personality.
As guessed by one wise man,
Who told the rest:
‘’A gift, a burden!
The stranger will remain strange,
Surrounded by his own sense of reality.’’