As I travel through cold embraces of space
Planetary vortexes
That hold sheer dominance
Over a planetary rule

A planet that is similar to home
With no air to breathe
As it only gives me enough
To clutch my lung pipes,

I’ve roamed the infinite galaxies
I've witnessed a handful of timelines
Where I lived a sane childhood.

The grasp I once had
That kept my motivation fueled like coal in the burning fire  

This planet’s core where I call "home"
Can no longer carry the weight of my problems
Compared to its sister’s planet that carries
Eight billion others,

My creation stems from the watchers
That cast judgement,
And only see what they choose to believe

I wish to see the truth
But the watcher knows that is something
I could never bare

I sit on top of this red planet
Wishing to come home
I sit on top of this red planet
Never able to call it "home"