Could it be that we here are

aliens in our own land, our

own earth, among the stars,

and home, not at home because

we seem to care, to care not?


Is it that we need to survive,

and make our way from birth

to death hidden in the belief

that it’s alright, not okay, to leave

this legacy waiting and waiting?


Have we forgotten that we are

creatures tied up to eternity with

this place that reflects the light

and hides the dark secret that

all is well, not well, coming, gone?