In a world, we've placed our trust
somewhere not meant for us.
Nothing like our fantasy,
take me to another galaxy.
Dissipating like dust,
shattered and crushed,
is our pleasure and desire
to be here.
Like a shooting star,
my mind wanders far.
Floating away,
don't come again another day.
Tiny Earth, in the distance,
a passer-by, I wish I was.
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 9:20 AM UTC