"Here they come to take me away" you said
I clung to you as hard as I could
ready to go with you

You say "they are here to take me home"
My grasp of you only tightens

"What are we?" spills from your lips
To this I say "I'm not sure"

"What's the reason we are here?"
To this again I say, "I do not know"

"Why are we so different?" Escapes with a wince
To this I reply, "Why are we different?"

Why are we different?

Is it because of our moods towards others? Our persoanl ambitions? Our tastes in the arts? Our human physique?

ahhhh that must be it

our human physique

that which connects us to everyone else in this place
this world consumed with unknowns

We are not of this world

No one can understand us because they are not like us
They are not advanced
They merely see what is on the outside

While we see what is inside
While we see what our true image is

This world is cruel my dear
But having you beside me will hold us together
until they actually come to get us