Connected To Mars

I do believe in the mysterious In everything that can be supernatural In life being somewhere in the universe, eternal In body changes, being, to age and numbers, no more capricious Yes, I do believe in all of that Life here on Earth seems to me to be but a stubborn brat So, hey, come, let me turn my gaze towards the skies There where the root cause of everything so subtly lies I shall turn my gaze towards the red planet The one which bears a resemblance to the soul of any poet Yes indeed, such a soul is always dark and gloomy Always with an air seeming to be so in misery Maybe, just, maybe if I do get to go there Maybe, then, I would see everything as being fair The outside air would match with my mood No more would I smile while inwardly I would brood! A red planet, being so like me, the agonizing poet See you, I seek to find the real bliss, but I find it nowhere on this planet Maybe if I do go there, on Mars, maybe He shall come, the one known as God Maybe He shall, and He shall even save me from my created self built world Mars, being but the God of war, Mars, I do lead with myself a ceaseless war Pray, then, I guess we should be connected In your meanings, I guess I should be instructed! I do believe in the mysterious I have a temper so capricious I shall, I am sure, someday, unveil creation's every secret Meanwhile, I shall relish being simply a dreamy poet!