Five Fingers

I want to explore.
I put on my space suit
over my ape suit
and I'm into the unknown.
I'm so far away
and nothing has changed.

Five fingers on my hand.
I can't adapt or understand.
Has nature gone and ruined me?
Questions of man.
Political or chemical.
Caught in a land
where they refuse to teach me.
A five fingered criminal
condemned by digital and physical.
Do I command confusion?
Can I relate despite a primative mistake?
What will it take to overcome my human traits?

We laid down all of the groundwork.
Preparation. Exercise all the principles.
Every volume was read. Drill after drill.
But we were never prepared.
How can we predict what the difference is?
The difference is closing your eyes to our cause.
We traveled so far to see you.
Indifference is killing your chance to explore.
What will you uncover?
As you're counting my fingers you're ending it all.