One day, I belong with the rest I lag behind, just trailing along No one notices me Until I'm gone I'm part of a set Without me, you're incomplete But you don't notice me Until I'm gone You're still debating whether or not I belong
I've been ostracized from my peers after all the countless years And now I simply don't exist I'm left alone In the frozen, black abyss
So far away No longer even allowed to call yourself a planet Does it hurt? To be cast out, like your namesake was cast from Olympus To the underworld below
Too small to even be allowed to keep your title Your power stripped And for what? Classifications, science, progress Progress is important But did they have to take away your status, Pluto?
Do you still bear resentment for all they did? Do you still harbor a grudge against us? You can say yes, my sweet Pluto I will not blame you And even if this is the last time Anyone ever calls you a planet My Pluto, my Pluto You are still a planet in my eyes
where are you where are the questions is there anyone out there who doesn't know what is truly real perhaps there is and perhaps there isn't maybe i'll read a poem someday a poem that reminds me of well
but maybe that will just be my own thoughts reflecting into the ether either way i want to know if there is someone else out there
i have an image of this world there are two of us only two who exist on the same plane maybe we all exist on different planes maybe we're soulmates the two of us alone on this plane maybe i'll find you someday and if i don't then i will know that i have always been alone