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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


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