• To do what I love in this strange strange world
    has me alienated from people.
    Maybe I am a butt ugly pimple
    on the cruel face of humanity. Hurled
    onto this Earth as an alien young
    one because even my own people would
    not accept me. I wonder if I could
    look at the stars and speak alien tongues.
    Since I thought of these things, I stay quiet
    and to myself. I feel like a lone bat
    that is misunderstood. Or was I wrong,
    about this. Needing a friend, like a pet.
    I realize as I walk through these lights, that
    all I needed was with me all along.