Power Lines

There are power lines of convergence;
This is a storm I cannot change.
Unfamiliar terrain is all around me,
but I have always loved the strange.

A crowd of people mill before me;
Still I love to be alone.
Yet, it’s lonely in this world,
although I know it’s not my home.

While evil spirits leech to feelings
that I cannot deny…
For this cosmos is just a transformation,
or to be blunt,
this is all a lie.

Well, yes I know I’m.. thinking
kind of nasty.
Still, I do know the reason why…
But would eternity still be so boring,
if you were on my side