Traveling Slam

Orbs of Sleeping Satellites Dance on Wildfire Beckon the Red Mist To sway the Dark side of the Moon away So Star's can cross the nights path Keeping the Wolves at Bay And the Earth in sight For whoever is out their Missing Home Dropping like a Stone Through Galaxy's untold And Black Hole's You are not alone in your Search Some of us want nothing more than the same as you A Fresh Start On a Planet and Universe we choose Rather than counting the Time we have left Bereft of hope Reciting tales of old through rose tinted glasses About the good old day's When Milk was delivered by a man in a Milk Van People had manners and where kind to 1 another Marriage and friends were for life Progress has become dating online And spending quality time in front of a computer So much for fresh air grass and bird's Should I give up or just keep my council and patience Until another civilization and way of life arrives Or should I rather surrender and learn to survive On the time it takes a Satellite to Orbit Around Planet Earth