Prejudice

I glide endlessly, quietly through the darkness.
In the blackness, there is my destination,
Bright lights, and lava lamps pushed aside,
I smile to my green comrade and lie,
“We might get there soon,” I fib.
He looks at me, knowing me, and knows we’re too far away.
Endlessly chill, he sits back and admires the view,
With four eyes open wide onto the dark skies.
He lifts his foot and relaxes back,
No longer afraid of my gibes and attacks.
Raillery brings me and my gentle comrade together,
Yet heritage keeps us apart, two species,
Differing in such unobstructed ways,
Limp limbs, powerful eyes, opposites of mine.
I turn to the horizon, take a drag, and sigh,
Eventually, we will get there.