They stand before you like a bouquet flowers
You admire them as if they are placed on a grave
Hoping to see them soon
Yet kin you are not.

They often gather in crowds
You observe their laughter
Finding the cracks in their false thunder
Have they gathered like clouds?
Or some of them knocking on doors
Of strangers hoping its home

Outsider, they are like you
Giant feet in dwarven shoes
Attempting to fit in
Outsider, you are in
You, be proud
Look behind you often you will find
An outsider observing you

Let go like rain from those crowds
There is ground beneath you
Hungry for your life.
Yes it is your life
Your laughter
You
They hunger for.