Strangers

The stranger in the mirror is lying to me once again.
I guess to know yourself is an adventure that takes a lifetime.
My adventure begins anew each day.
Beginning as the sun skims the horizon of the small world I have chosen for myself.
Closing as the moon rides the waves or a swimming black sky.
With each star, there is a twist and a new chapter comes to life.
Shooting out on a tangent all its own.
I see that stranger in the false light of an energy saving bulb.
I wonder if I would know her had the bulb been full strength.
Light is said to change one's perspective.
I doubt it though.
I doubt that I will ever be anyone but a stranger to myself.
And maybe that is what I was meant to be.
Because if I don't know me, than neither can you.
And if I don't know myself, then I can't be disappointed if you don't like me.
Because you can't fault someone who won't befriend a stranger.
I guess the lie is that I do know at least a little part of that stranger
And sometimes I love who she is.
And sometimes I wish I could say she was a stranger.
Because not wanting her around wouldn't hurt so much.