This is your sign to let go.
You've broken the cassette from too many listens.
Your soul grows weary from all the sadness.
Same song, rewind and play, rewind and play.

Finally, a peace for just one hour.
I turn off my cosmic music for space travelling.
Docking bay 7 is open.
Too much time alone with an earshot of my own voice rambling.

I pass by the earth mirror on the portal fix.
Looks like its autumn back at home.
The voices of welcomed stranger's converse.
As I roam this cosmic stepping-stone.

I walk by the Trance Mezzanine
A Scarlett haired beauty is strumming the Cloud Harp.
The music and her eyes pierce my existence.
Through tones and visuals, I feel a Transcendence.

The Sky pager sounds off.
Docking ship Night-drive is ready for ether space.
Has it been an hour already?
Back to my travels at light speed pace.