Strangers

We keep running for loveAll the while not knowingThat it is just around the cornerOr waiting for you at a random partyWhere you don't seem to know a soul.
We keep running to find friendsAll the while not knowingThe ones we have just left behindOr the new ones that are thereHiding in the crowd, disguised as 'Strangers'.
Our ideas are pretty messed upBut the clouds are just going awayI can see the clear skyAnd somehow everything makes senseAnd I'm not contemplating suicide.
I love myself too much to actually hurt myselfBut a boring place where I'm stuckMakes me wonder what I'll do.I have found some new strangersAnd strangers feel like home now.
A lot of people say that I am out of my mindTo actually go and talk to strangers.But the lesson I've learnt tells me otherwise.That being reserved would give me more problemsAnd would not make me the person I want to be.
I have been reserved for too long now.I want to break out of the golden cage and fly.This is not what I want from my life.Because I would love to fall.Fall in love with those surroundingsSans cage.With strangers that I've metSans cageWhile life just transforms intoAll wrath and rage.
For now, I just feel thatIn being with strangers, I'll find my solaceWhile the world rises upUnrest at every place.I'd rather be with people I not know ofRather than die in a golden cage.