The Stranger

		Lying in a field so green
			counting holes in the carpet fog.

		Waiting for the Sun to eat away the clouds
			like moth mouths eating cloths
				in a stale closet.

		Summer is here and school is out
			looking for work to tie me down.
				Bound in a straight jacket everyday
					crawling and searching for a better way.

		I'm not stupid, I want to be free
			to love and die eventually.

		Knowledge and wealth I want to obtain.
			A outsider looks in
				through a window pane.