ANSIR® Profile: Idealist / Visionary / Eccentrik
Boss: Visionary

The Kindness of Strangers

I've always depended on the kindness of strangers;
I have never found it in faces more familiar.
Those ones most known, who offered with one hand,
The same thing that they destroyed with the other.
They offered me life, at the cost of my soul.
They offered me thought, in exchange for my mind.
They offered me love, if only I'd change.
They offered me nothing, but despaired when I declined.
I find it odd, and find solace in that oddness,
That others think my staring is rude
If you find someday, my strange eyes upon you
Know that my look is an invitation and gift
I am always alert, for the kindness of strangers
Those that I love are the strangest ones still.

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