I was a part of them and yet I wasn't
A friend, a convenience, an occasional invited guest
Or so it seems

A part of the world I'm surveying
From far above it, in space
Swimming through the embryonic sac
Of another discovered wormhole
Cursed to cycle in a circular motion
Like waves to the coasts, on the beach, near the ocean
Or so it seems

A beast most would wish not to burden themselves with
In whispers they say that I'm wrong to be selfish
Flying and flitting,
Obscured and downtrodden
Crying and wilting,
My love is forboden