This flesh vessel I propel, tormented with pain,
A hole in my feet With an unhealed callus,
Reminds me every time I walk, that this vessel I propel, might break down and  shatter
And all I might be left out with is this vessel of flesh, broken and need of fire,
And Passion for diesel -
That I might just crawl and shout out loud that this vessel I carry with pain
Needs to be towed
To the nearest person who'd offer me a hug,
And yet I steer through ,
Let God take the wheel ,
As I see vessels of flesh -
Crash and shout at eachother,
While I propel through this world
In this vessel of flesh that longs for an odyssey from far beyond the seas.
You can find me somewhere, not wanting to orbit  a star or
a planet.