Strange

I AM AN ALIEN

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She came and by passed
Going down to the streams
With her pot of water
I stand there watching
She came and by passed
Climbing up the mountain
With her pot of water
I stood there watching
I cry and wail
Scrub of the disbelieve I have
Armoured the hopes available
But not one can be heard
I am left to decide
Between Cheetah and Mamba
Not one good though
The things I have anticipated
Those that thought of me
The wishes that drown me in mandates
My words are simple and the things thereof
I live but lived
Should I be happy?
Mountains can roll back
The clouds can ran home for shelter
But I have no cave
To tell me
I have hopes
I am not pardoned
But happy to meet yet another stranger
Such has life proved to be
Yes, I know her
But wait; is there a room for change?
I live but lived
Should I be happy?