1The strangers we meet
As we take our seat
Or wile away the dawn hours
Broaden this horizon of ours
Each one a spark of its own
A grain waiting to be sewn
A traveler can culture these gems
or pass them blindly by.
Passing towns and cities
I rearrange priorities
Inspired by new thoughts
Moved by foreign concepts
The seeping draughts
Change whom I've become
Now, more willing to welcome
As people changed my sight
To make differences seem right
I look upon the days
When simplicity formed a haze
Over what the truth should tell
I've learned my lesson well.