Terracentric

I was born under the wrong sun
Terracentric dreams never turned me on
From the moment I laid my feet on the ground
I wanted to jump right off the Earth

I built a vessel to defy the speed of light
I needed to comprehend other forms of life

Attributes of the human race were too strong to get rid of
imagination couldn’t reach beyond senses
Everything I wanted was a consequence of human touch
I couldn’t think in any other way

I got where I thought I would belong
among glowing gigantic gas beings
It was better than I had ever hoped
– suddenly I felt like telling someone

I sent a distress call from Helix Nebula:
“Get me back to Earth, where I may be perceived.”

Attributes of the human race were too strong to get rid of
imagination couldn’t reach beyond senses
Everything I wanted was a consequence of human touch
I couldn’t think in any other way

Floating next to the moon I had marked as a vessel docking point
I realize that I don’t have the means to return back home

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