People are strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
(Jim Morrison)
Selfness estranges
So don’t be a stranger who seeds dying blazes
denying his mirror when it seems odd.
You may be the changer who feeds prying daisies;
they’re, even unconscious, your runways to God.
Don’t be strange!
Insular worldviews derange.
Stretch the range
matching your mind with the change.
Don’t be strange!
Outrange!
Catch the change!
(Ol’ Ant)
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