Space

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Endless
Infinitely deep
Only stars to keep me company

Rotating constellations
Never stop drifting
Never stop moving
No air to breathe
Can't really function.

But there is silence,
And with silence peace
Though peace is not always silent
Could it be where I belong?

No, it can't be
For the stars are cold and unforgiving
Watch me but never help.

Empty
Alone
Flecks of dust floating by
Cry for help but no one hears.

After all
I am in space, aren't I?
Search whole galaxies
Just to feel at home
Wandering the night sky

Never knowing that the comforting ground of Earth
Is right below my feet.

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