As a vagrant
Traversing unstoppably
Far passed reality or space
I grab at anythings
Emotion, experience
Something to placate this storm
My roots were severed
I've fled this Earth
But can't return
Flying by forms of somethings
Looking for a place to settle my mind
Tunnel vision would be a nice commodity
Yet here I am
A rocketeer with no landing gear

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