Power Lines (a poem)

There are power lines of convergence,
this is a storm I cannot change,
Unfamiliar terrain is all around me,
but i have always loved the strange.

A crowd of people mill before me,
still i love to be alone.
Yet it's lonely in this world,
although i know it's not my home.

While evil spirits leech to feelings
thay i cannot deny....
But this cosmos is just a transformation,
or to be blunt...
This is all a lie.

Well, yes i know I'm thinking
kinda nasty,
but i do know the reason why...

But would eternity still be so boring,
if you were on my side?