Strange thoughts

I was a stranger, You said so,

You were a danger, I thought so,

And was it good or not,

But our thoughts were not,

They were not similar, were not.

Some people are like blue water,

They are transparent, they are cold

Some are like a red volcano,

So you will never ever know,

When is the high time they explode.

And the time is a curious thing,

First you notice the strangeness,

Then how dangerous someone is,

And after all we choose what to do.

Whether to swim without a fear,

A fear of being immediately drown,

Or not to fear of being burnt,

And everything we do is on our own.

I really doubt what is your choice

And what would be mine, but one 

Just one thing is clear to me,

We were born to find our own.