Tell me space boy,
When is the last time you understood the small voices whispering to you in foreign symphonies, light years away..
Tell me space boy,
What do the stars say?
What have you learned from their sweet symphonies and twisted tongues?
Tell me space boy,
Are you alone?
Because I see you stare out at the stars like they are your home, and stare at people like a foreign spec across the sky, blurred by atmospheric tales you can’t even begin to know..
Space boy,
You speak of beautiful stars,
Galaxies stretched out far..
You see worlds others don’t but you can’t seem to understand the one that bore your very bones..
it’s not your home is it?











