What we fear is the stranger;
How sad this word finds harmony with danger.
What is this fear of others?
Is it a projection of a self we despise?
What we fear is the stranger;
How sad this word finds harmony with danger.
What we follow are distractions;
How good the world feels to be in half-hearted action.
What is this fable called the rat race?
Is the fallacy of self-sufficiency what keeps us in debt?
What we seek is distraction;
How good the world feels to be in constant action.
What we fear is the stranger within;
How unsettling to meet the one beneath our skin.
What if we said hello?
Is the prospect of loving ourselves like a death?
What we fear is the stranger within;
How unsettling to meet the one beneath our skin.
by Anton Flores-Maisonet