I am sick to hear the screams of those who get lost in the dark,
of watching beautiful people feel ugly,
of being afraid I will never see the sun from the moon.
I am the man who saw Bigfoot, the guy abducted by aliens.
I know now that there is no such thing as a bulletproof plan.
Honesty and fallacies have their ups and downs.
That makes me the protagonist and the antagonist.
One day, you will love me as your Frankenstein monster,
and you will be my angry hunting party.
I guess we all just continue to pursue the best course of action.
My only regret is that it drove me away.
One day I know that you will whisper to me from in between the mountains that your body has formed a humming bird.
I will just smile and shoo you away.