The Alien
Although the surroundings appear familiar;
something about them seems strange;
reality has tranformed to a realm, most peculiar;
tho I’m unable to assess the change.
Other faces are losing their familial connection;
my eyes drink their energies in;
tho my mind senses some societal rejection;
a new world has opened within.
Although I feel as though death is approaching;
I find myself much more circumspect;
I sense a much greater reality encroaching;
One who will love and protect.
I feel like a foundling in an alien community;
in search of someone, somewhere;
to intimate love, I’ve gained an immunity;
I just need someone to care.
I’ve become aware that life’s stage is changed;
I’m an actor in sombody else’s play;
my sense of reality has become rearranged;
I’m entering a brand new day.
Reality beckons; commands me, draw near;
greater consciousness, looms ahead;
the truth, from within, dispells all fear;
awareness remains, tho body is dead.
I am a true alien to this planet called earth;
sent here, unattached, and alone;
a garden of Thought was my place of birth;
and that garden is this alien’s home.
Monty 8/2/22. # 1,242