The Unconventional

“My! You are…

Different,

Unusual,

Unfamiliar.”

Am I an alien

Misplaced

on a planet not my own?

My appearance,

Not so different

from those around me.

So, what makes me so

…

Foreign?

Is it my

Disdain

for conformity?

Surely it cannot be thus!

I am

Kind,

Gentle,

Loving,

Giving,

Caring,

Hence, I am among many

Model citizens.

Or is it

My ability to see

To see beyond

The palpable,

The paltry?

To see and to know

That life

Is more than

Mere objects

To be

Bought

Sold

Collected.

If life

upon this world

has been reduced

to mere

Accumulation

To conformity of the

Soul,

the spirit,

I am

Without doubt,

An alien,

To my core.

If the character of life

upon this world

Is expressed through

Avarice,

Materialism,

And conformity

that crushes the soul

And the spirit of all,

Yet speaks of love,

then makes even this wonder

Complex…

I am indeed a

Misplaced Alien.

Written and copyrighted by,

K. William Spencer

02 August 2011