Here we stand.

Somehow elsewhere from the world.



At times unable to comprehend what’s in front of us,

Happening around us.



It’s us and them,

Us and them.



You say you’re an alien

And I tend to agree.



As no creature exists

Quite like you.



At least not that I’ve seen.

Does that make you an alien?



Regardless, we’ll continue to go through

Life not really understanding



Until, maybe, one day we do.

But are we still alien then?



Or do we lose our inner cosmos

And forget where we left the outer one too.