Jeroen Buurman stranger

Tomorrow is your day.
It's been done anyway.
Some have done the same.
No one you can blame.
You are smiling to your mother.
You take care about your brother.
In the city you live your dream.
Doesn't make sense where you have been?
You call you mail you text and try
Getting attention before you die
You doubt if you be there.
But here it is, nobody care.
You scream and try to reach.
Expression on the faces of each.
They give a shit and do not care.
You jump around, you are there.
You destroy and you achieve
You fooled what you believe
Getting writ of what you love
A stranger, is how you evolve.