Alienated

Half of what you say,
Is empty to me--
You don't understand my words
Because I'm seeing something
You just can't see.
Is it a hallucination--
    Wishful thinking,
    Dreams on shooting stars?
Or is it real,
    Something I can touch
    Something I can feel.
Way off in the distance
So close and yet so far
I see it there,
An answer just off the horizon
Sparkling, shining
Beautiful in simple elegance.
I see it there,
All alone,
Just like me.