I’m floating in outer space,
Chasing the sun like a lunatic,
Given a universe with no center,
Every motive is purely synthetic.
Sometimes, I wish I was like you,
With sunshine in my lungs,
You were installed in the right track,
To your center, you’re strung.
But here I thrive in the darkness,
Hidden from your perfect curves,
My points far beyond the margins,
Contributing nothing more or less.
But you look me in the eye,
and you deny any other parallel universe,
You point at the clock,
And you tell me nine to five is what it is.
So I never want to be you,
Smaller than the orbit you’re tucked under,
I’d rather drink this grey oxygen,
If it means your borders will be open to wander.
Still my world remains inferior to gravity,
A push and pull meant to celebrate the chaos,
Maybe one day the rocks will fall, gravity winning,
I only wish, I would’ve made a move outside of this grayness.
“My points far beyond the margins,
Contributing nothing more or less.” 💝