Do you change shape to Slipping through these days Liquid dreamer Faulty against lines in the sand You have eight faces on a round head Only irony would permit Octagon facets of your expression To reflect one another If the earth could talk Oh the stories she would spew Perhaps she is the only true triumphant Yet we press against her Resisting the way she would show us All the love she has given Yet, race to the moon Love to the blue stars in the black skies Will we tarnish them too When we reach where their light touches Paying no respects, giving no courtesy To light beyond our own We are never satisfied, never happy With where we are We hate the journey, fear the end Desire to burn so bright Pushing the super in supernova past our thermosphere When no one in this solar system cares And as if any creature, animal, or vegetable In the next solar system can see your flares When nothing matters What do you do How will you burn When the exosphere will one day pull to earth Every atom we are composed of splits Phosphate and nitrogen sin against each other As if it was their first day in the garden Knowing, time is our only true forbidden fruit