Martians

Sometimes, people need space

Flowing
To where you might ask
Into a room or an open house
Either way is imperfect
I want to reach the stars
Beyond the words of people
Deserving some alone time is natural
To smell the air and become a alien
Unknown to others and being freed
Martians see than speak ideas
Believe rather than criticize thoughts
Drawn to leave the atmosphere for another
To be alone and isolated