I am a martian designed in red dust fired in passion and lust I feel.
Broken communication; I am Confused, I don't understand the language assumed by this land. I reel.
Singular and isolate I travel, I don't care where Moving through this human fair I deal.
The old saying... 'I feel like a Martian' might have started with one of my favorite writers, Robert Heinlein, or maybe it goes back to Jules Verne? I don't know, anyway here's my take on it. :)