I gaze at the night sky
Amazed by the starry beauty
Can’t figure out why
It makes this feeling flow through me
The notion that is poking at my conscious
Is simply an idea I’m meant to be far beyond this
I envision a distant planet that suits me more specifically
I reach and try make sense of this continuous mystery
The questions keep kicking me
Why do I always feel so extraterrestrial?
Am I a being that hails from a landscape of foreign celestial?
These thoughts wander as I ponder staring into our universal abyss
Constantly contemplating credibility of this cosmic place I dearly, heavily miss.