Thursday, April 7, 2011

Star Wanderer

Extra terrestrial
I am star seeds planted gold.

The explanation for why this doesn't feel
Like it is home.

Memories caught on video tape, we laugh, replay and love.

Detached and alienated to understanding how we're all living.
Remaining here with overbearing fatigue and insanity.

Lost in finding the nebula from which I came from.

Too exhausted to create an effort to succeed.
Anything tormented and lonely.

Where to find the last missile.
Light it up,
Ascending to sky, painted clouds and furbished lands.

Gravity is the death of me.

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