here I lay, searching the sky for green flying saucers
I sometimes feel I am not of this world
I feel homesick when away and when at home
is it my final destination calling me from beyond?
is it just a feeling of mental loneliness?
I need to find something to hold on to
to drive confusion from my unceasing thoughts
to bring the clarity I need as a stepping stone
is it a million light-years away?
or right before my eyes?
I watch the starry night sky for green flying saucers and wait

written 10/29/97
©1997 Matt Henderson 4/21/76