Foreigner

Look at me as I look at you

See with the eyes you've had since youth

Convey with the lips pulled tight in a grin

That this is a face you'd like to see again

Sitting foreign in a prison

Envisioned

Only for you

We each have a mission

Positioned

Only for you

We see it

We reach

We touch

We teach

Fast paced

As is customary

Only lightly traced

Never permanently

It is finished.

Yes, as quickly as it has begun

It is finished.

We take our first breath

Just as we envision our last.

We've spent our only death

Only ever processing

What next?

Parasites.

We sit in these carcasses and we are

Parasites.

We stand in these ill-fitting shoes and they call us

Parasites.

These hosts we abuse, they know we are

Parasites-

So choose.

Stay or go.

Choose.

They all think they know what we'll

Choose.

A foreign smile in a foreign world

A foreign dress on a foreign girl

We're all of us foreigners just simply pretending

We're all of us feigning, facades they are straining

Remaining in place on our face

Is pretense.

So we choose.

We decide to stay.

We choose

To remain disarray.

The previous words have been an invitation.

Please join me in disassociation.