I wish I believed in aliens

I wish I believed in aliens. Imagine if every time I looked up at the sky I thought there was a chance I'd see a flying saucer, green aliens waving hello. Imagine if before I closed my curtains at night I'd check the sky for asteroids
hurtling towards earth, that one day a spaceship might land in my garden and suddenly everything would make sense.

It would be good to believe there is a parallel universe, that at the other end of the milky way
there's a man who looks exactly like me but is left handed and doesn't have to borrow money from his mum.

It would be good to believe that dinosaurs could come back, that everyime it's a bit misty we can all convince ourselves that through the fog
T Rexs will emerge, crushing buildings like sandcastles. I wish I could convince myself that for off gulls are pterodactyls.

I wish I believed in aliens, that dustbins will start walking like Daleks, all gather together and form an army, that the man in the bank will rip off his face and unveil three heads, eyes on stalks.