We have obscured points-of-view
From where we cling so earnest,
To this one rock among the few
That orbits ‘round that furnace.
But when we’re on the other side
Of our boulder, deep in night,
The stars blaze in the sky so wide
Such a majestic, unreal sight.
Lay down sometime, upon the snow,
In a treeless, open place.
As the spinning Earth below
Tries to throw you into space.
Do it now, you’re in your prime.
Take up your position!
If you let go at the perfect time
You’ll fly out on your mission.
Choose a spot that’s cold and clear
Where just last night it snowed.
Then punch out through the stratosphere
And let your head explode.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
We have obscured points-of-view
From where we cling so earnest,
To this one rock among the few
That orbits ‘round that furnace.
But when we’re on the other side
Of our boulder, deep in night,
The stars blaze in the sky so wide
Such a majestic, unreal sight.
Lay down sometime, upon the snow,
In a treeless, open place.
As the spinning Earth below
Tries to throw you into space.
Do it now, you’re in your prime.
Take up your position!
If you let go at the perfect time
You’ll fly out on your mission.
Choose a spot that’s cold and clear
Where just last night it snowed.
Then punch out through the stratosphere
And let your head explode.
