Space
No air now
Little I can touch
But is like hands dragging me by force away
I can see the truth now
Such a big white world we have in a darkened room
I feel in a blissful dream
As I hear no sounds and feel no pain
As much as I try to keep my eyes open
My oxygen is out
A walk in the moon for one last time
And here I fly
May it be a dream come true or just one to never speak about
I wish everyone else could be here with me
Now I want to sleep for a time
And let the stars take me to where I belong
Copyright © Derek Ortiz | Year Posted 2013
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