Wandrin' the halls @9:08
I chanced upon a stranger
Eyes -- driven by fate
No rhyme
<or reason>
the stranger said; passed on --
& left me standing in his wake.
Dessolution knows no bounds --
when even himself, the stranger hates.
How much of him in me?
How much of me in him?
How much farther toward happiness and
         -- love --
can any of us advance -?-
as the walls come crashing down --
to be rebuilt by stronger hands,
the stranger cannot be all there is,
The stranger cannot be right.