A Galaxy of Longing
There she sits in a blur of a world,
The mannerisms of society never interfering.
There she ponders in-between ethereal pages of a book,
While our pale fingers tap to commanding keyboards.
There she lies in the whispering grasses,
As we sit in concrete towers of statutes.
There she dreams of nothingness in everything,
While we dream of everything in nothingness.
There she soars through orbit in immunity,
While we watch through telescopes,
Thinking maybe, just maybe:
We want to be like her.
There she disappears in galaxy of longing,
And here we still are:
Watching through telescopes.
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