Many years before, this was only a rock. Now it's a habitat and home for all things alive and the things that die.
I just hoped you'd end up somewhere else. I can't kill you, and you won't die. This planet isn't your home, and it will never be your habitat. I'll move you away where the dark can swallow you.
Not the moon that's too close, I can still see you.
Mars is too interesting for a bore like you.
Jupiter could fit too many of you. You'd start to duplicate.
Saturn would overcrowd when you would join the trash circling around it.
Neptune isn't cold enough for you. You wouldn't freeze since your heart is the same temperature.
Mercury isn't small enough. You'd settle in too quickly.
Venus wouldn't melt you fast enough. Your temper is just as hot.
Pluto is too delicate. You'll only break it apart.
Uranus is perfect for you since you're already there. The light won't shine, and I'll never have to see you again.
Unfortunately, Uranus is already crowded, so I'll just settle for the planet instead made mostly of water, methane, and ammonia, just like your breath.
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Dear light in the sky
PoetryWhat's that shining in the sky? Is it the light or all an illusion. Can it save you from the dark swallowing you, or will it consume you too. How do you reach the sky when you have no ladder? What happens when it's too late? Where do we go after eve...
