In the most dire of time you will reach out to find no help, a hand through the air with none to grab it though you know you are not alone.
Sometimes a stranger must be nothing but a bystander, no hands to help, no aid to offer.
In those moments I am truly sorry.
Though I walk in shadow not even I am without eyes on my every move, forces far greater hold my reins.
In a haze of bruises and blood all you can see is a hand, sometimes it is all you need. For in your most dire of moments when no friends can come to your aid, sometimes all you need is the help of a stranger.
In my times of wandering I have conversed with both man and monster, their viewpoints stalwart yet ignorantly to the core of strife.
All seek an answer with action yet do not even know the true question that is posed walking through the fog of morality unaware oof the ground.
I find a direct approach is best to get the cosmic troubles of the universe across. And that often leads to making a few house calls.
Though my soul is kept from the depths of brimstone and sin that does not mean It does not burn.
In the mirror I see past atrocities set into the motion by a man who knows he could stop it all yet knows it is all necessary.
All I see when I look in the mirror is a stranger.
"I would say the sky, however it disappoints me that I cannot muster a far more creative response ."
I have been gone so long, the sand of time have continued and many have come and gone.
Surely you saw me once or twice, watching from afar in reflections and shadows.
Surely you know that I never truly left you.
That no one truly knows you better than a STRANGER
