is a passenger seated in one huge compartment
going we do not know where all strangers
thrown together by chance who travel without arriving; Who can read the whispers of your
mind
when they are hidden even from you?
Though you open a window in the chambers of your heart though you strive to say
what you feel
and in striving reach
a state of understanding there is still one part one small part
that remains your own one part
that neither I nor anyone else will ever penetrate.
Forever strangers.