one more astronaut

one more astronaut in black skin

of universe

one more travellin' man

with heavy tired eyes

feeling cold

thinking around the clock of drinking

on the job

of the powdered food

and piss bags

never having sex and growing old

headspace.alive and painless

weightless and almost sane

i close my eyes

i become the sky

headspace.alone and shameless

can't wait to find the faces

i left behind in a troubled time

back home

it gets so lonely you know

weeks and months alone chasing

sleep and space junk and the dying

stars i've known and loved

through true decline

of the five billion minds or so

through mudslides

and earthquakes

the blue one holds

and rolls along

one more astronaut in

endless old universe with

one more second chance at

wondering why he's here at all

bold are the ones who

come over the line to fall over

the horizon.never ones to fade away

then it hit me

this

cosmic pull and energy

it kinda makes me wonder

if i'll ever make it back home