Among the Stranger

Among the Stranger
They pass by us by
Nothing appears to have happened

Wrong it says to us
Among the stranger
there are strangers of strangers

They will follow
Among the strangers
It smells the scent of scentless
The mind reacts to it.

It never leaves as it
also has its own strangers
Among the stranger
There is fear

Fear we learn as a child
We hold

Then I wonder why ask?
Among the strange we might just ask
Ask a blind man's question.