Some of us feel like aliens from some ship that landed where we already were.
I've been here long enough to know common reality is needed for a mutual understanding of facts.
It shouldn't be come or go or two kinds of news shows.
It's not a weather channel program.
Reality is somewhere I know.
We could head east and keep goin.
Too many west side fires are growin.
The ways we lived have gone to a time museum in an unknown place.
Unreachable so far.
Some of us feel like aliens trying to phone home, but all lines are busy.
When everyone is calling, there's no one to answer.
We just keeping watching the news channel.
Maybe someone there will give us an answer before we see the world's last episode.
And will there be sequel?
Will the earth wait for next season's program?
So stay tuned for "How To Be An Alien In Your Own Hometown", brought to you by a jellyfish pill.
Really, a jelly fish?
Do you feel alienated yet?
Just take the damn pill!
Maybe we will better remember the way things used to be.
"Search For Tomorrow" was a soap opera title that's becoming to real for me.
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In Review
Non-FictionWhat is "Life In Review"? Saga, song, sonnet, story, satire, summary, sorry situations, silly sort of stupid stuff, sense and non, poems, prose, anecdotes and dozy doats, and a possible personal blow or two. This book is a collection of writings, op...
