I wander from star to star,
As I glide bleakly through the night,
Though I travel near and far,
I've yet to find the one that's right.
A red, an orange, a white a blue,
Planets that spring forth with life,
And moons that glimmer in starlight too,
Comets pierce as sharp as knives,
Yet not one among them them will come to me,
Still onward up I'll climb,
I travel on, in my reverie,
Until the end of time.
As I glide bleakly through the night,
Though I travel near and far,
I've yet to find the one that's right.
A red, an orange, a white a blue,
Planets that spring forth with life,
And moons that glimmer in starlight too,
Comets pierce as sharp as knives,
Yet not one among them them will come to me,
Still onward up I'll climb,
I travel on, in my reverie,
Until the end of time.
Just little extra post that needed to go somewhere. Real content coming tonight.
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