As I lay in the roses
Staring at the sky
Watching how the clouds move slowly
Forming shapes before my eyes
Only then do I realize
Gazing into the heavens
That the chances of us being all alone down here
Are very slim to none
When will they come visit us?
Perhaps they already have
I think they may walk among us
They could be your mom or dad
Who’s to say they don’t exist
For that I don’t believe
I wish they would come soon
For I am ready to leave