Walking barefoot toward the karma loop pt.1

I’m walking barefoot
Alone within a crowded universe
Of ugly people watching starships take
The pretty people away
To whoever it is
Pretty people go
When they meet the men or woman or their dreams
Some suspect heaven
Others just want them all to go to hell
For being so damn pretty and blessed
By the golden eternity
Of God
It doesn’t matter to me
Really
As I walk toward the karma loop
Barefoot
With my imagination pregnant by
Thoughts of little green men and moon men
And it all feels nostalgic
Like this thing between you and I
As if we’re nothing more then
Recycled souls
Cast into bodies
Not our own
Having the same argument
We had as anti-bodies
Holding up signs and screaming
I AM SOMEBODY
As we walk away from each other
with
Bruised egos
And pieces of DNA
belonging to the other
Lingering
on our
tongues
And sexual organs
AND IT ALL FEELS nostalgic
As you remind me
About the times
I cheated on you
And was a few arguments and inches
Away
From “God bless me within my state of weakness”
But I was a few seconds away
From hitting you
As you remind me
Of the reasons
WHY
Pretty girls
Can walk away from the space ship
And feel
An Ugly boy ‘s blues