Sometimes
I feel quite alien,
as if mis-stepping in time.
The beat of life’s drum changes
as a constantly rewritten rhyme.
There’s nothing to say I’m different,
as nothing makes me stand out
but greeting and meeting others
gives me pause and reason to doubt.
A feeling of strangeness lingers
as if a thin veil glides between
this and that other reality
Mayhap that is where I
should have been?
LadyP©2013
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Pen Pusher, I just write when the mood takes me, and wherever my imagination wants to go I try to follow.... 
