Big world, a small world, a long way from home
They're there, I'm here, why did we have to part?
I sit writing poem after poem
While trying to generate a new start
I am trying to feel out the way
I'm tripping and stumbling, don't you see?
When I wake, it is just another day
Full of wonderment of who I should be
I am so far away for far too long
From those who made me feel like I fit
Here I feel weak, like I don't belong
I'm in a plane, sitting in the cockpit
Almost done, I sit in my masquerade
No place for the misplaced, I'm so afraid