Judge me not by my appearance, but simply my
Intelligence. As you blend in with the backdrop of
Life, I quietly defy the formality. I guess I'm just
Another alien in disguise.
Hovering over the diseased globe like a
Controlled satellite. My mind is never where I am. I blast
Out of this world into another galaxy awaiting with an open mind. I'm
Next in line to be branded. So I run.
Never looking back. Ten toes to the pavement.
Every pound harmonizes with the beat of my heart. I
Reform into the quiet homosapien that you label as wierd.
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