Countdown
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
We have ignition
In the writing of poem after poem

How many times have I circled this galaxy
In search of new ideas
Putting a space age drain on me
Adding another one to the list

Far out ideas from far out on the edge
To the ones grounded back home
How many times have I shook the Etch A Sketch
Only to give the **** another turn

I've reach the peak of loneliness
As I stare out my portal of emptiness
A space age dream, a space age mess
And me light years away, from life no less

As the light on my fuel gauge blinks critical
I'm left with not a lot more to say
It's hard not to be anymore cynical
As the light burns out and this ship fades away