~.~

Every single day as I look down
At the pale blue dot
Revolving around a big yellow one
I wonder if, when it's time,
I'd have a home to return to.

My mechanical, machinal abode,
Fearsome, comfortable, drifting,
Forebodes permanence, domiciliation
For the blues I love to look at are everchanging
Into drab browns and dull greys.

Blackness around it expands, threatening to engulf it
Darkness brews on its surface and imperils its existence
My kind, my own kind
Sees not and knows not
Nowhere to go, there's nowhere to go
We'll be homeless
Drifting, surviving, alone, in absolute darkness.

~.~