A sadness large as space infects your soul.
You've lost three hundred years trying to find
One person to appreciate your goal,
One human with a truly open mind.
You've blended in with groups around this earth,
But diff'rences have always made you flee.
The sadnesses of death, the joys of birth;
Beyond your understanding, painfully.
You're stuck here, so you try to get it right.
All creatures have the need to just belong.
But loneliness defeats you in the night:
When looking skyward, all the stars are wrong.
But there is hope as long as time still spans:
Someday you'll meet the folks at Callahan's.
-- Chad SHEAR2 March 19, 2000 |
