My thoughts are alien and there is a growing undulation surrounding me. A growing suspicion tells me that I am not of this world but I am also unsure if there is anyone here who is. Could we have been a race from another planet and landed here under undesirable circumstances. Scattered over this inhabitable planet and started cultivating this planet to our own. We breed to ensure survival and instilled what we could on our children. But through the vast amount of years there was creation itself to give its hand. The ones who had destroyed their planet before, were completely anchored in leading the way again. With their thoughts of personal gain and willingness want of desire.