Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
I wander as an alien
I study and I mimic you
Pretending to be human too
I drop the mask now and again
Although I fear you’ll think me queer
I want to live outside my den
To see the sun and sky so blue
👽🧿 I think you're out of this world.
🥏🌠👽I think you are out of this world