I knew I was different,
moving from place to place,
trying to live a mascrade life
for protection.

I knew way too much
for my own good,
having gifts of not a normal man.
Horting all I could
to dress up my surreal life,
I tried to fit in.

People didn't understanding me,
feared me,even called me names
under breath but I could hear.

When moon was full
on but another fall night,
I found myself running
like galloping horse
trying to get away from burning barn.

Luck for me I perfected my
shape shifting skills in time
to give the secret police the slip.
Lucky for me I was soon
to return home to my world
safe but not sound.