Flying through space and time
“Faster! Faster!” We cry.
We could die, it would be possible.
I can lean back and see everything,
I’m floating among galaxies
While dragging along the gutters.
Everything’s so beautiful from here.
Up or down, it no longer matters.
I’m but a bit of dust among these stars.
It never occurs to me that the rain is splattering the road
With oily traps made for little cars like this
Or that I’m not the only person floating in space,
Careening through oily gutter streams.
But I could die tonight and it would be ok
Because I’m loaded again anyway.
My head’s been filled with daydreams;
The stars could take me under their wings.
My particles could return home in pieces as they came.
But lying here in the road tonight,
It never occurs to me that this isn’t where I belong
Or that maybe one day you’d miss me.
Because all I can do is float among galaxies,
And drag along the gutters.
But I could die tonight,
And that would be ok.
Because it never occurs to me,
That you won’t hear it
When the last things I can say
Float among the galaxies
And drop along the gutters.
