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.
(looking everywhere)
I just see faces.
Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine.
This routine.
Nothing new... its time to go through with this.
A spaceman. That?s what they say I am. Nothing but a spaceman... always pushing it all away.
Trying to get to that one place I call home.
The journey begins... forcing a new life with the unexplained... a creeping rush that surrounds me.
Floating.... floating away.
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.
I suppose it?s too late.
I am floating farther and farther away. I did love, I did laugh, I did live.
(Now I?m my own planet)
A spaceman. They say I am? a spaceman.
Planets everywhere... my own destiny? I?m floating towards the sun.
Nothing is here. Memories are not clear.
Floating to the sun? farther away.
I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares.
(Blank stairs)
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. It?s to be expected. I?ll sleep now.
(Dream waves)
