Strange Me

I see this stranger almost everywhere I go it seems 

Eye contact will get a smile, but he wears a blank stare mostly 

There’s something about him that makes the silence intriguing 

When I get caught staring, I swear he knows what I’m thinking 

And I’m suddenly overwhelmed by what can only be however he’s feeling 

His aura is comfortable, all the hearts around him are always opening 

People easily telling him all, they’re literally pouring 

It seems odd, he only gave them a polite greeting 

More often than not it’s even their first meeting 

No wonder he looks tired, a refuge to so many pleading 

And although sometimes distant, his demeanor is far from demeaning 

Must need those broad shoulders to bare the world’s dealings 

Matches his big heart but he has an unrivaled energy 

Always get the urge to follow, wonder where he is going 

He’s never really said, and the places I’ve seen him, only leave me believing 

He must be nomadic, goes wherever the wind is blowing 

There are many days I almost start asking 

But if he doesn’t even know, then I’d only be chasing 

Following a stranger, I guess, may also be considered crazy 

I am however, so I only have one question remaining 

Wherever he’s going, will the stranger in the mirror take me.