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?