Darling, if only you could see
these horrible souls that have sacrificed
their humanity for what?
for power, for money, for success,
to be "American," to be
anything but what they are
or what they're meant to be.
They look at me like I'm the crazy one,
like I'm the outcast, not good enough
for their scotch tape society.
Separated forever from that place
we like to call Earth, they
can't understand that I am everything
that they spend their lives studying,
trying to understand, but completely denying.
They miss the message laid out before them
day after day, blundering through life
as if it was death.