Piñata [rev-5-18-13]

[Wildcard]

First revision, May 18, 2013

Once I was an alien on my own planet,
things got much easier.

'It must be my religion',
I mused,
and dropped all of my books
to pick up candy.
When the last scrap of onion skin fell

there I was.

'It must be my innocence',
but what was left?
Pillage my skin and bone
but when I couldn't sleep
for the light shining through my
drape-less window

there I was.

'It must be my convictions!'

I mustered all my might to break free.
The mold that had grown
over my perception waned.
I blinked

and there I was.

Once, I was an alien on my own planet
but I didn't know it.

Original:

Once I was an alien on my own planet,
things got much easier.

'It must be my religion',
I mused,
and dropped all of my books
to pick up candy.
When the last scrap of onion skin fell

there I was.

'It must be my innocence',
but what was left?
Pillage my skin and bone
but when I couldn't sleep
for the light shining through my
drape-less window

there I was.

'It must be my convictions!'

I mustered all my might to break.
The mold that had grown
over my perception waned.
I blinked

and there I was.

Once, I was an alien on my own planet
but I didn't know it.