The cold chills me to the bone,
In this place, I feel so alone,
There is no sun here, the keen wind blows,
The cloud around me isn’t telling, though I think it knows.
One say’s, “I am your heart, listen to me”,
The other says, “No, I am your brain, listen to me”.
Somewhere in the gulf between,
My mind, always present, never seen,
Can’t decide what to do,
Can’t choose between the two,
One says “Leave”, the other says “Love”
One taking the part of hawk, the other of dove,
And great pain does this on my being inflict,
Knowing whatever, I could be the future casualty of this conflict,
Walking the blurred line drawn in the shifting sand,
I am indeed……..A stranger in a strange land!