A boy floating in space,
lost amongst the stars,
dying to make it back.
He freezes and thinks;
you’re the only place,
that ever felt like home.

Satellites go round and round,
stuck in their tedious orbits,
as planets do much of the same.

The stars are standing still,
the moons are swinging madly,
the gas trails chase meteors.

The systems bring no comfort,
just as the ticking of the clock,
only screams boredom and age.

We all dance in our orbits,
unwilling to look at mechanics,
and break off of the rails.

I spin in circles,
floating aimlessly,
hoping to generate,
momentum and speed,
and move anywhere.

I’m still spinning,
in the same circle,
no gravity anywhere,
and no change comes.