In The Strangest Way

In the strangest way, I feel at peace
Amongst the thorns and thistles sharp,
I’m finding an almost accepting feeling
In the absence of the sound made by the angelic harp.
In the strangest way, I feel at home
Amongst the holes and oceans deep,
I’m finding an almost embracing feeling
In the absence of the energy made by the heavenly sleep.
In the strangest way, I feel at ease
Amongst the alleys and dark streets cluttered,
I’m finding an almost enlightening feeling
In the absence of the commotion made by the sentiments uttered.
In the strangest way, I feel in my place
Amongst the dirt and grime infected,
I’m finding an almost delightful feeling
In the presence of the betrayal felt by being rejected.