Don't know why but I'm in love with the moon, the stars, and the idea of space.
The overwhelming pictures of a far away place
take up my mind and make me want to fly away.
The dilemma between living
and staying won't let me live though.
Cause I'm in love with the space, the stars,
the planets, the rockets and astronauts,
the moon and its immense beauty lying there
like a flying pearl;
Yet I'm scared of what might be there,
what might come out of it
and I'm not talking about aliens and weird creatures
but loneliness and dark features.
I don't care how old I am.
I have to admit it
I'm afraid of the dark
what my imagination can create
What my mind can't describe
What I fear the most
Loneliness and sadness
