Known Stranger

The unsolved war rages deep in my head,
While you walk in my presence,
With your veiled countenance unapparent,
'Cause I can descry your vicinity,
As a dim and invisible shadow,
Drawing nearer in a tick tock tick.

My nous intrigues me,
To underseek your selfhood conscientiously.
Its why I take a stab to avow,
That you are a newbie in my race,
Yet I won't concede the piercing logic,
That you are not my acquaintance.

That shadow of your presence awakes me,
From a profound infinite slumber,
And free my ankles off the webs,
So that I keep the roll.
It sends me back to bed,
And scares away my weariness,
As I return my soul for check up,
During the twilight as predetermined by the deity.

My discombobulation builds,
Though outrivalled by the hiking optimism,
That I will one tick stumble on your selfhood,
To unveil your covered face,
And cast the rays in the invisible shadow in my head,
As you are such an indispensable stranger.

©chris