The Colony

Just a poem

The colony

When I tried to claim

That it was the same

Like an old board game

No brand or name

I bought from a store

I found it a mess

For now, I guess

Its worth was less

Than a dirty old dress

On the back of a door

I knew from start

That I am not smart

My brain and my heart

Were sailing apart

To each own shore

Is it really absurd

To believe in a word

Which once I heard

That we in this World

Were aliens before?