I will never forget the day that I decided to leave my own gravity.
Thinking that space is happiness in a real sense.
Free from force that will pull you down.
A place that everyone should dream about.

Can you imagine what it feels like?
Dancing with the planets around the sun?
Flying like a thousand comets whenever you want?
Staring and wishing upon the trillions of stars.

What a best feeling to feel the warmth of the sun.
Such happiness a smiling moon gives to us.
The beautiful Jupiter that you'll love to stare at.
This is the place I've been dreaming about.

But do you know what it really feels like?
It's a sadness in a real sense.
No home. No one to share this beautiful place.
Its just a temporary happiness.

If I could hie to my own gravity, I will.
I cannot live anymore like pluto.
I miss my home. I wish I never left.
But its too late. I am forgotten of mine own gravity.