The Astronaut

Floating in nothingness

Feeling nothing at all

I see everything pass me by

Becoming insignificantly small.

The universe is a solved jigsaw puzzle

There's a place for everyone to stay

Mine is among the distant stars

Come visit me if you want to get away.

I am an Astronaut

Your dream is where I sleep

Lets float across the horizon

There's so much more to see.

But I am an Astronaut

My journey is never ending

This will always be my afterlife

For I will always keep ascending.

Mic Check

Sometimes this dust laden wind carries a message you can't ignore

It spins a tale, and you're left questioning the means

Sometimes you're just forced to go back to your pen

Because the ocean gushing inside of you can only mean one thing.

It all comes back to you

Ah, its been so long, you say to yourself

Can these strokes still make sense, you ask

Is there a point in asking, I ask.

There are times I think I'm lost

When I'm really just watching the drops caress the leaves

Not very platonic, I think to myself

And then let go, and move on.

Will you find yourself, if I let you free?

Now I realize why these strokes don't make sense

I have a question. And an answer.

And they never come together in the present tense.