Sometimes Life can be cruel
So I write about it on my pencil box of dreams
And then it seems a little better
And then it doesn’t seem quite as bad.
I lie in a darkened bed-room
Trying not to let the stars burn my skin.
And then it feels a little bit colder
But I don’t really mind feeling cold.
I am practically alone light years from Earth
On a spaceship that looks like a house.
She is asleep, in hibernation
Awaiting our arrival on some far off world.
Maybe for a thousand years or more
She will lie in stasis never to awake
As I check upon all the instruments
Making sure that everything goes well.
Oh longest night,
That’s ever been,
Come to an end,
Let day dawn on our Eden.
Some unknown star
Rising on a planet blue
Breath life into
Humanity’s sarcophagus.
Posted by Marcas MacCaoimhín
Posted by Marcas MacCaoimhín