Will you land on my
Side of the universe
Or still, count the stars afar from a different galaxy
Looking a little out of touch with the skin
Opening up an eye, and keeping two closed
We could give you a magazine, but, it'd be nebulous
Will you land on my
Side of the universe
Or still, count the stars afar from a different galaxy
Looking a little like our Solar System, efficient and precise
Even if it is Newtonian, Kepler and we pinned out relativity
Mass and energy found equivalence, and we peered out
Of closed windows, and landed on the correct side of the universe
I still hear my mom call out to me from the house, that was a stone throw away