I have walked as a stranger Through this life With a major dilemma: Faceless and blank sheeted Less than nothing, but Steadily surviving, Or singing it loud And temporarily winning Before being defeated. This break in the action, It cannot last. Hand on candy-floss hair. Hand on hand, Palm to knuckles. Hand on face Sweating. Your hand in mine. Hand on knee. Hand that holds The hand inside of me. And now, holding on By the fingertips, One scrubbed finger Against my lips I realize that I have walked through This life as a stranger With a dilemma.