Alien
head in the clouds, mind in the sky
maybe I'm an alien
not the Clark Kent type of guy
but rather like E.T.
is there a home for me
somewhere in a different galaxy
you are strange to me, all of you
in your strange little minds, still no clue
with your pigeonhole thinking
thirsty throats' liquor drinking
cutting down flowers to put on your table
letting numbers decide who will be able
trapping people into boxes like items to use
acting like everybody got choices to choose
head in the clouds, mind in the sky
maybe I'm an angel
an angel without wings, not able to fly
yet missing universe's eternity
starlight on my soul's thick skin, reverently
dragged down not by your sin but gravity
you are strange to me, all of you
in your strange little lives, so much to do
forgetting Neverland and becoming adults
repeating the past hoping for different results
pointing fingers and standing right in the middle
texting, talking, screaming, and saying so little
craving stories and skipping through pages
praising freedom and putting birds into cages
head in the clouds, mind in the sky
alone in a room full of people who try
waiting for my long missed flight
maybe I'm a traveler just per mind
stumbling through the night
leaving nothing but feathers behind
DU LIEST GERADE
Mind of April
PoesíaPoesiesammlung: Poetry-Slam-Texte und Gedichte "Menschen sind wie Bücher, von innen größer als von außen."
