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.