Hold on to now,
For not all the past is true.
Love those you keep in tow,
For they may pass before the day is new.

A traveler from the stars,
Or that is what he thinks,
Drawn by fruits, geography, and cars,
The noise, the people, the places, the drinks.

A streak of light,
He goes at his wim,
Unaware of his plight,
But kind to all who know him.

No past to tell.
Only future to see.
Or possably from reality he fell.
Possably a ploy, a show of folly?

But away on a beam,
Says he with a happy grin,
He is going home it may seem,
Back to his planet, to back to his kin.

With him,
One he will take,
Picking one from in his dim.
Not one plea he will forsake.

But hold on to now,
For not all the past is true.
Love those you keep in tow,
For they may pass before the day is new.