Thursday, August 6, 2015

Thoughts of an Interstellar Probe

Nothing to see
No one to harm
I lie for the stars
In pureness of space
I leave this with grace
Don't take this with shame
There's nothing you chase
Take care of your weak,
your poor and all life
Don't worry for me 
I'm made for your strife
Your hopes and your dreams
I carry them far
And if you all die?
You'll live in my heart
I'm lost and alone
Don't throw me a bone 
I thrive on the stone, 
and oh how I've grown
You made me to see,
to speak for the rest
Please know I'm ok
I'll transmit the rest
Don't follow me now 
I've lost you in far
I'm off on my own,
to live with the stars

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