The air doesn't suffocate
Where you come from
I inhale sadness and
Exhale hope as I
Watch my dreams
Turn into carbon dioxide

The grass is greener on
Your side of the world
You water it and flowers grow
In my garden the ground is ash
And the trees have been dead for long

The sky is blue and white
On your planet called utopia
And at night stars grace you
With their celestial presence
Mine is dark and frightens even the sun

Artists write and sing and paint
And bow to this beautiful place
But if all they say is true
Maybe I am from outer space