this alien life form formed an alien life form...
A life long desire; at night I always look up at the stars…
Far…far away into distant galaxies twisting the fallacies…
Does life on other planets exist or are they as close as mars?
I sit on the roof outside my room watching the satellites
Lift the scope right by the misty fume locking on galactic fights
They twinkle by and the constellations smile, it’s all a pipe dream
Life seams easy as long as I have heavens to enlighten me
The moon and planets attract more than earths polluted granite
…What if I built something out of some loony doom magnets?
That could shoot me out in space through a puny tube hammock…
Well it’s late time for sleep, the bed sheets wait for my warmth
And as I lay myself to rest I dream of travels n meteor storms
I wish something would take me away from this cruel world…
To a land where there’s no fuel thirst where I would rule first
I’d be one with them and not some alienated kid getting harassed
I’ll probably fail to build my wooly rocket, crash and get trashed…
And as every other day I sit and wait for the bus to school…
And when it arrives I’m getting picked on like some rusty tool
I wanna crush them fools, teach them how to be me for a while
I hate them all; still I wanna be the mean n vile that beat a child
With an evil smile n treat a feeble mind with the cleats so wild…
Damn I hate them all…imagination is my best friend, see it’s mild
Fantasy, daydreams of being miles away sailing the emptiness
A one last good bye to everything probably a last senseless kiss
In school I lay my head as a bench warmer, not paying attention…
While my classmates be praying for attention, screaming n such
On the other hand they’re just young kids not meaning too much
While I got a game plan, that would twist the brains of any sane man
See in approximately 48 hours I will shape shift to another world
No more getting blamed for the plain mist of pissed n troubled girls
In a wiz I’ll say good bye and don’t miss another second more
Call me luke, my fluke will be that I took charge n stepped into war…
A new evening, same procedure, my roof gasping at the Milky Way
My head is mush, filled with thoughts reminding me of filthy clay…
The bed is calling and there’s no reason not to answer…
I danced my way towards the bed and said my zodiac’s cancer…
But with the aura of a Taurus I laid myself down n waited the hours…
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Sun shower, nemesis nebula, meteor melanoma…sleep n then coma…
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Wake up...am I awake?...gasping for air...
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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