Eye’s wide open
my mind is thrusted through
physical changes
and thought purposes.

Data changes collection of memory
and error, back to 1001.

Under the skin we all look the same,
ribcage holds the heart.
Alien to us,
for we normally don’t look there.

Beating oxygen through
arteries and veins.
Proteins and fats build
muscle and strength.

Who’s the true alien’s?
Are we not alien to a bug?
Or maybe a cat?

Hmm? I do wonder about that.