Everywhere I look they are there... what is everyone doing?
Going to a home?
To a place that makes us feel warm... a place
that grants us a smile.
Seems like a very simple idea, but not hardly figured out.
I just see
Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine.
Nothing new... its time to go through with this.
spaceman. Thatas what they say I am. Nothing but a spaceman... always pushing it all away.
Trying to get to that one place I call
The journey begins... forcing a new life with the unexplained... a creeping rush that surrounds me.
Always pushing it all away. Trying to get to that one place I call home.
My own planet... I allowed this wish... unexpected...
not knowing why.
Wonder why I question it now? I'm my own planet... not many can experience this sensation.
Loneliness is creeping
out... or in, however you think of it.
But it sure is surrounding me. Maybe all the complaining is an accurance of boredom. I suppose
itas too late.
I am floating farther and farther away. I did love, I did laugh, I did live.
(Now Iam my own planet)
They say I ama a spaceman.
Planets everywhere... my own destinya Iam floating towards the sun.
The sun of nothing. Floating towards
the sun, the sun of nothing. I have become the sun of nothing.
Nothing is here. Memories are not clear.
Floating to the suna farther
I can't believe thatas what it has come to... I never really had it all that bad.
I just looked around and never thought about
the blank stares.
They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was.
Selfishness is a very
sticky quality of this species. Looking around...
I don't see any faces... yes I am lonely. Itas to be expected. Iall sleep