Planets don’t seem to want to spin and twirl;

And the sun is hiding behind the earth.

Smoke rises in a gloomy milky swirl;

And this land here, this was my place of birth.



And here I am above the sparkling stars

Standing quietly on the lonely moon

Light still reflecting from a bloody mars,

Won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.



Not sure what I want to be doing here

I’m just dreading those glaring city lights

No I am not yet held in gentle fear

My thoughts are in the stars—floating on kites.



See the many pieces of me leavin'

Someday you will see me pulling them in.