My Satellite Mirrors
No sound bending air,
I breathe alone now and wondering will it always be like
this,
There’s something in the air,
Now I think I’m scared,
Save me from the monsters under bed,
Save me from a dusty head,
It seems I need someone her to mend and save me from a
bitter end,
Want to taste the moon,
I lack transportation,
So is this how I will die?
A fading pulse at hand, no one by my side,
Without a shoulder to hold when I’m older,
No one to take my hand,
Am I less a man?
Ashes and pictures of dreamers and lovers,
Was it happiness?
Did I give up the key to all of this,
Reflect at last,
Regret I can’t get past,
Save me…
