Stranger

You may think you know me.
You may think you understand.
You may hear what I say,
Read the letters of my hand.

I can’t blame you for assuming;
It’s what everyone does.
You can guess my thoughts and motives,
Let your beliefs replace the fuzz.

But in truth, you’re just guessing.
You don’t really know what I want.
Once a vibrant image, now fading,
A forgotten old haunt.