The Mysterious Stranger

The Mysterious Stranger

A stranger passed by

On a crowded street

Their face a blur

Their feet fleet

I barely noticed them

Lost in my own thought

But as they walked on

I couldn't help but be caught

By their aura, their presence

It lingered in the air

I turned to watch them go

And wondered, who are they and where?

Do they have a story

A life full of ups and downs?

Are they happy or troubled

Are they lost or found?

I'll never know, of course

For we were just strangers passing by

But for a moment, their presence

Made me stop and wonder, why?