The Unknown Wanderer.

I'm silent to this world,

And it is unknown to me,

And they way they speak,

And cherish,

Feats and moments,

Unknown to me,

I am nothing,

Of what they're made,

I am nothing,

Of what they lived,

And this world,

Unknown to me,

Speaks so much,

I don't understand,

And does so much,

I'd never. 

I'm blind to this world,

And all its beauty,

And all it holds,

I've never held,

In my hands or heart,

This world,

It has never touched my soul,

And I feel lost,

Impaired of so many senses,

And here,

I've never belonged,

This world,

Where there's so much beauty,

Unknown to me,

And so much,

Unheard by me,

And I, wandering,

To the corners,

To the darkest of places,

They fear,

And I'd never.