I linger and I linger

Poet thoughts, daydream focus

A stranger to myself sometimes

I try to pull my cloud mind

to normal ground, I try

to be a stranger to my nature

while a stranger to who I am supposed to be, I try

to be a stranger to the swinging pendulum of my critique.

I linger and I linger

waiting for you to change me,

waiting for me to believe you,

really.

and you say I am no stranger to you.