I wrote this poem many years ago when I was a teenager. As you may have guessed, I was also going through my Science Fiction phase at the time.
Excuse me...
I must have taken a wrong turn.
There must be some kind of mistake.
I must have drifted here asleep.
I would not come here wide awake.
Excuse me...
If I seem a strange trespasser,
Or like a rock on necklace pearled.
I guess the reason must be that
I came, at birth, to the wrong world.


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Shall have to keep reading to see if there's a theme here