In a strange world,
We act at home with strangers,
And strangely with the ones close.
Strangers, we thank for moving their finger.
The known, we assume will know our thanks.
We readily apologise to the unrelated strangers,
But not wish to accept the apology of our loved ones.
We easily appreciate a strange breath of fresh air,
Than notice the oxygen that kept us alive with utmost care.
We put our best foot forward to those strangers who judge us on what we show.
But our worst foot for all those loved ones who have accepted us despite all they saw.
A strange world indeed, where we are fans of strangers,
And strangely so close!