The Stranger by Davis W. Morton

THE STRANGER  / 2016 / oil on canvas / 22" x 28"... Read a painting comment below...

Which one of me is the stranger

The one who pretends to know himself

Or the one who knows he doesn't?

Has that other me become the "good self-image"

I'm supposed to have?

And has anyone ever had a good self-image

That could satisfy the ideal-image of who that person wants to be?

Then beyond that goal, is there anyone who did not discover

That there is no ideal-image,

That's ideal enough to satisfy a human being?

So, what would I be missing and what would life be like,

Without the noise or needs of that other me?

Could that be the sound of one hand clapping?