By Stan White & Lou Porzilli
Ó 1999
Billy:
When I woke up, I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t together.
Somebody talking and I understand.
A touch like a feather…on my face.
I know this is real. How can this be?
How can a being like this exist?
I’m still where I was when I went to sleep. My body is frozen.
My ship is at rest, or gliding along.
What has fate chosen? I can’t move and
Helpless I watch as it watches me.
Is it trying to reach a decision?
Am I dangerous? Are they just like us?
Is there cause for trust?
Should it take a chance and set me free?
Will it take a chance? I must break free.
Incisions aren’t made. There are no scars. I don’t understand.
Decisions are made. I watch with my eyes.
Still can’t move a hand. In my bed I’m
Falling asleep. Will it just leave?
Nothing to show that contact was made.