stranger in the land...

have u ever ride towards the western horizon
on a high bridge far above the roof tops
where the sun's retreating behind the clouds?

u press yr pedal to chase after the sun
yet the eastern shadow's catching up on you...
and you step deeper hoping your surroundings would just fade off?

The once familiar pine trees that trailed your paths
who waved to greet u as you drove home
were all uprooted in replaced of progression...

Or have u entered the same building
seeing the same faces, the similiar handshakes
yet you recognize them not except the fading smiles...( like a trail of white foam left by the passing ship)

Have you woke up one day
to find ( the countenance of ) the person whom u've walked and talked with
clouded with questions and many unknowns

has he become a stranger at the bedside...
or am i just a stanger in the house? a stranger in the land?
running and gasping after hope... to find myself whirled by winds of doubt...?


was listening to Ravel's piano concerto in G, 2nd mov on e way home... well, just felt like penning these words down...