Alien

       
       
     of sober mind-but things feel strange; what once felt "normal" now not the same-        
       
     of  "sober" mind-but doubt one's sane; one's mind is but a pendulum swing-        
       
    I want to "run"-to "dissappear"- into the arms of "nature's wings";        
       
    into the soil amongst the trees- no longer "heard" -nor ever "seen"- no longer bound as "human being"- just "gone" and "free"- from life's guarantee of misery....        
       
   a ticket for a smooth ride out- there over the counter- they've made it hard to take an ideal route....        
       
    there's litte quiet-there's litte peace- till "people" in these matrix streets sound like what is heard on Charlie brown when the "teacher" speaks-  
 
I- prefer the moon instead of sun- if only there could be just one.... all night long instead of day- there'd be less noises made- more time to sleep- less time "awake"....