I woke up on the wrong planet a sphere in outer space nothing feels the same the change of the hour takes an eon the hands of the clock tick with anxiety
all color drains away before my eyes every fractal is showered with the absence of hue bleached black bonded to an illusion the void is never filled a father caresses his daughter's cheek I watch in complacency
lassoed by the perception the inclination to rise above flying to the bottom of this mysterious plane these planetary winds are not suited for my lungs the celestial body of my own no longer belongs to me
destined to be great I have fallen flat in the center of this terra firma foreigner in a new world higher and higher I fall to the point of no return until I reach the edge of this stratosphere to escape the fray too high
for you it feels the same born into the dynasty of the heavenly craters from the violet you are swallowed by blood and gold lacuna is your shame nothing but the same all the same stuck to the repetitive movements of the tide
I woke up in a memory a tear in outer space uncharted territory but a too familiar site it is too silent here I miss the dissonance of home I miss the touch of Mother Nature closer yet further from Father Time
I woke up on the wrong planet wrapped up in a lie and now there is nothing more but only you and I