I am just great I say
I am stuck in a nightmare
on a cold and dry planet with barely any oxygen
i need to pull myself together I say
before I lose some brain cells

The swirling wind outside the ship can pull a house by its roots
It sends cool shivers down my spine
It keeps slapping my hub like a sandwich
My sweet home on the prairie is quite strong I say
I cross my fingers that I will survive the storm
an Instructional manual on how to live on mars is purely non-existant
nor could it be bought with gum
an educational vacation became a permanent location
I must find a way to survive
all communication systems are down
A fire flare towards earth won't do much good
maybe if I was stuck on an island
with a bunch of pirates I might have a better chance of survival
a shout towards earth will be less counted
like anyone can hear me.

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