Descendents Of Cosmo Travelers

Which way can I turn?
To do it said to hear it heard.
We...
You and me,
Have got to be nuts.

'What now are you saying?'

We have been left behind,
From emerging through cracked shells.
And purposely abandoned.
To have others convinced to believe,
Us to be hopeless and helpless.
Not descendants of ancient dieties.

When too late as time had passed,
For those we drove out of their minds...
To realize,
All they had to do...
Was to ignore and leave us,
Where we were.

But...No!
They wanted to prove to themselves,
How easy it would be...
For them to adopt us to adapt and adjust,
To their ways of living life.
From their perspective.
And not expect to accept,
Who the teachers and the leaders...
Are to follow and to be!

'I had heard it said,
That October is the best time of the year...
To harvest potent and fresh weed.
With a storing of it to produce,
A Crack to have it create visions...
Leaving inhabitants of Pluto,
Craving to identify...
From where this inviting aroma comes!'

I am serious about our existence.

'I know you are.
And too late it is for me to admit,
A knowing you have been...
Distant from reality.
To at first believe you were joking.'

Joking?
Joking about what?

'It's okay.
I struggled with denial.
And came close to losing that battle.
But eventually...
I won the war!'

What war?
I'm not a drug addict!

'My brother?
It's okay.
Whatever you do,
To see visions like those you have?
Is assisted with a few sniffs.
And trust me,
I'm not judging you.
Although...
I just may be thinking,
How you could stay...
So selfishly self serving.'

Forget it. Just forget it.

'Sure.
You would like me to do that.
Wouldn't you?
With a telling me something,
So outrageous.
To expect me to walk away.
While you make arrangements,
Behind my back with Plutonians...
To setup your own lucrative business.
I don't care how you shake your head,
And stare at me as if in such disbelief.
I could have made up a better story,
Than that one you told.
Talking about...
How we emerged from cracked shells.
Left as mutants
From some other planet.
In another multi-dimensional Universe.
And we...
You and me?
Are descendents,
Of these Cosmo travelers.'

I did not say that.

'Well...
Whoever did, lies!'

We are used as pollen,
To populate a grand design!

'Yep.
I understand, my brutha.
Soon the effect will wear off.
And I'll be here to explain...
When enough is enough.
And what caused you to feel,
Abandoned and orphaned...
By the ones fearing the loss,
Of their sanity.
They were just not prepared,
For the way your addictions...
Can be so persuasive.'

I...
Nevermind.
Life to live is never the way,
We all perceive...
That life to experience is to be.
And...
Who really knows?
Maybe life to live it,
Is meant to be a natural addiction.

'You are starting to make sense.
I am beginning to understand you.