I am but a traveler, a visitor, observer;
Call me an alien, if that is your wish.
In truth, I am very much like you,
But I am exiled here, marooned.
I am not here for a crime of my own,
But rather so that I can watch and learn;
To observe humanity as it prospers and grows
To experience Earth and its sorrows and joys.
Your world is pleasant, yet here I feel lost.
How strange are your customs and lives!
That a minority flourish while many more die
And the ones with power turn a blind eye
To all of the suffering, torment, and death.
Does it take a stranger to notice these things?
To see that the greed and vice of mankind,
Leads up to war, and destruction soon follows.
How greatly I yearn to go home!
Where pain is no more and Death has no power
And everyone smiles because they are free
And evil and suffering are nothing but dreams.
I pine daily for the place I belong.
Yet the distractions of Earth are ruthless.
I fear now that they will entangle and blind me,
And my home will seem more like the dream.
Then I would be little more than human.
And I would no longer be me.