A Stranger, An Unknown Lover, And The Path Ahead Poem by Peter Vector

Who am I?
That is the greatest mystery.
We like these seasons are so quickly changing,
Unknown to each other…

I look into the cracked dusty mirror.
And through the beams of sunlight,
Finding their way inside of the roof.
I peer into the eyes of a strange.
One I have never met, and very likely never would want to.

Who is she?
The one I’m seeking in this lost cold world.
I don’t know, but maybe someday…
Nostalgic, yes and these words only summon memories,

Those memories that scar and soothe.
I knew them all at some point,
And yet we didn’t last.
So who’s to say there will be someone?

No, I’m not promised anyone,
But I have a feeling that,
Someday I will be loved,
But when will I truly be loved?

I've hurt and been hurt.
I've lied and been a liar.
I've trusted and been trusted.
I've loved and been loved.

But was I ever understood?
Did anyone know why I did these things?
Is there anyone out there that knows,
What I mean,
How I feel,
Why I feel like I do,
Or who I truly am?

I am still searching and seeking.
Why is this life so grand yet so vile?