The Stranger's Struggle Long morning shadows send the trams to rails Carrying them far along the tracks Racing to the next stop, only to travel to another, another A stranger on a foreign shore, not sure where to go Questioning, is this the right one? Where to now? Cannot ask the numb minded ones who follow the numbers Yes, a stranger, bitten by the chill of under 30 degrees Stands in the street without direction Trapped by the lack of knowledge But not trapped by the loss of a dream This stranger will strike out...follow that dream Like a tram along the rails through the early morning fog The fog moistens the stranger's clothes, heavy with dew The stranger must still push on, through the fog And through the long morning shadows Dylan Hewson