wander/wonder

there is something foreign about this world
i can't put my finger on it
it feels put together
haphazardly
an ugly kaleidoscope of thoughts and ideas.
i walk it with baby eyes
listen to the way it speaks
but then there are periods
where i must block it all out.
as the years pass
i find it harder and harder
to take many situations seriously
because the things we fuss about
truly don't exist
they are constructs of someone's imagination
to occupy our time and energy
resources more precious than diamonds
resources we throw in the wind.

i'm an alien
stuck on this planet.