A star
A light year
In the past?
Am I in the future?
Have you traveled so far,
So fast,
You can't see where you're going
But you end up somewhere
Somewhere deep
To far to reach
You can still talk
Yell
Scream
Tell them legends
Quiet stars
They speak louder than
The boisterous sun on
A summer afternoon
Eighty-six degrees
Crescents
Light shines from the sun
Am I standing in the pasts light?
Is it to soon
To stand here
And tell you
Where I'm from
