Drifting through the void,
like an astronaut astray in space,
floating forever…

Will I ever come to earth again?
Will I ever roll down a hill of fresh grass?
Will I ever taste the cold droplets of a summer rain?
Will I ever hold another’s hand,
unwilling to let go until morning light?

I dream of a time long behind me,
when the smiling faces of those I loved were familiar.
But now they are so far,
so far in fact I begin to wonder if they ever really existed…
or were they all in my head -
a daydream of the lost soul
drifting sorrowfully past the moon?