Tuesday 18 October 2011

Gravity

If we're floating in an infinite space
why must I be on this desolate rock?
When nowhere on Earth I can find my place,
gravity still has me in a foot-lock.

I think I'd find more love on another star,
I think luck would be a more common blessing,
I don't think I'd mind that you were far
when I'd fly to you with minimal messing.

Perhaps gravity will soon let me leave
so I could float to where I feel at home.
At each orbit, a postcard you'll receive
reminding you that you are not alone.

You might miss me enough to grow some wings
and you'd fly beside me to see what death brings...

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