As one longs for non-existence,
One in the house sees only strangers there.
Along the walls of people you don’t know,
There are aliens in existence.
Not the aliens from far beyond,
But the stranger that raises their kids,
And calls your inner mind home.
Because that kid said leave me alone.
Beyond the dreamer’s edge,
One dreams of fairies and rainbows,
Longing to show them ancient toys.
Yet often waking, one finds no further joys.
The world is a scary place,
One grows early wrinkles on the face.
Worrying about some person knocking on the door.
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