I'm not from this world.
And my presence brings about discord.
I look at the stars with rendition
And I see my own reflection.
When I look at the sun
I am blinded by my own loved one.
I have misplaced my home.
Betwixt and between. I am destined to roam
This plane with false convictions.
Drowning my pain in addictions.
I want to go home, but this
Body, this cage; still breathes.