for what ever reason
did we think
did we do
did we draw
did we fight
did we act
for what ever reason
other than that it suited our need ?
my reason to stay here
where i think i do not belong
here in this hell hole of humans
i do not fit in as an alien
because my thinking is that
to you
i can not stand
the words i read
and i can not stand
the lack of
broad and open thinking
the absence of filosophy
the lack of enlightment
i can not stand
the lack of trying
and the lack of learning
all that is written is not needed to be studied
because it is already documented
all that is felt in this world
is often reguarded as strange and deranged
is often discarded
because it can not be precize
it can not be numbered
for all that is a number
is all that can be documented and used to program
to program is not to learn
and that is what is done here
in this hell hole
this world i live in
the world that makes me alien
to all of you
i can never be
all i can be
when there is no one
that understands
without the loss of words
i'd rather be silent
but felt
rather be unspoken
but understood
guess only a few
feel
the empty words
i can some times
fill with but a little
of my love
i miss the world
where i once was
where i was not alone
and we aliens
were together
you have no clue
what it's all about
for what ever reason
you just don't seem to understand
that you can learn
:S
did we do
did we draw
did we fight
did we act
for what ever reason
other than that it suited our need ?
my reason to stay here
where i think i do not belong
here in this hell hole of humans
i do not fit in as an alien
because my thinking is that
to you
i can not stand
the words i read
and i can not stand
the lack of
broad and open thinking
the absence of filosophy
the lack of enlightment
i can not stand
the lack of trying
and the lack of learning
all that is written is not needed to be studied
because it is already documented
all that is felt in this world
is often reguarded as strange and deranged
is often discarded
because it can not be precize
it can not be numbered
for all that is a number
is all that can be documented and used to program
to program is not to learn
and that is what is done here
in this hell hole
this world i live in
the world that makes me alien
to all of you
i can never be
all i can be
when there is no one
that understands
without the loss of words
i'd rather be silent
but felt
rather be unspoken
but understood
guess only a few
feel
the empty words
i can some times
fill with but a little
of my love
i miss the world
where i once was
where i was not alone
and we aliens
were together
you have no clue
what it's all about
for what ever reason
you just don't seem to understand
that you can learn
:S
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