Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
I don't trust them, like they don't trust me.
But most of the time,
They give me the right directions.
Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
I don't see them, like they don't see me.
But sometimes,
They stop the bus I'm missing too.
Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
I forget them, like they forget me.
But often I see,
My cap of protest on their head.
Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
I don't care, like they don't care.
But we always,
Take turns laughing at each other.
Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
I don't say anything, like they don't.
But its a complex language,
Of monosyllables, gestures and eye contact.
Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
On the street,
On the stop
In the bus,
In the metro,
In the line,
In the shop.
In the office,
On my first day,
On my second,
On my last?
Do you talk to strangers?
I do.
I don't know them, like they don't know me.
But sometimes,
They tell me the right bus to catch.
