A stranger peered into my eye,
The third, not lost and knowing why,
The downs and ups of time.
Fun or tragic, faint goodbye,
Frown or smile without lies.
Interpret life, short and kind.
Or hate, deceit and alibi.
Choose the path for strangers forth,
As blind men wander south to north,
With one blink, into another realm,
Only us behind the helm.
To lead men forth in peace or turmoil,
Is death the only chosen foil.
Alas the happy in conclude,
Reaps life’s fortunes in solitude