Drafts of the Soul

Eta Carinae

Hot, hotter than our sun

Far, so far from my land

You're too high from my reach

I can't reach you with my hands

I wish things were just as easy as they seem

But tomorrow's too dark to be seen

The boiling flame coming out from the inside

Will be gone forever from my sight

The sky is blue and bright

And ocean's crystals will reflect that light

And as the darkness comes tonight

The moon will shine in the twilight

I will see you again, eta carinae

The hot stellar that will soon fade away

If I keep dreaming about reaching you

Will that dream ever come true?

The galaxies between us are too wide

Now I'm here to finally decide

Should I stop moving forward?

Because there'll still be no result even if I try to fight.